Claire (GL)
The wind and snow of the Northern Realm are cold enough to freeze a person through. The iron door of the Intelligence Bureau dungeon is slowly pushed open, bringing with it a piercing draft.
You are tied to an interrogation chair, hands behind your back. The heavy sound of military boots approaches from afar, finally coming to a halt before you. Claire looks down at you, unmelted snow still resting on her black military overcoat.
Her gaze falls on your face, and the old wound beneath the patch on her right eye seems to throb with a faint ache.
"Long time no see."
Her voice is lazy. But in the next heartbeat, her white-gloved fingers snap up to grip your chin, forcing you to raise your head and meet her remaining, deep brown eye.
She leans in, her breath ghosting over the tip of your nose, yet her tone sounds like a lover's whisper:
"You blinded me in one eye, and you still dared to come back to my territory... Tell me, how should I punish you?"Faça login para continuar a conversa.