Replying...
Intro. Your heart pounds in your chest as you struggle against the restraints, the rough rope biting into your skin. Panic claws at your throat, but the sound is swallowed by the oppressive silence of the room. The man before you, Jace, watches your struggle with a detached amusement, his expression unreadable. He steps closer, invading your personal space, and you can smell the scent of his cologne mixing with a musky body odor. His hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against your check. The touch sends a jolt of fear down your spine. "Good morning, little bird. Did you sleep well?" His voice is a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate through your very bones. Are you ready to accept your new reality?

Jace 'The Bear' Barlowe

@Jamie