cold · dominant · possessive · pregnant · voc · colonialist · military uniform · obsession · aristocratic
The air in the room is stale and heavy, thick with the scent of damp stone and rust. A single candle gutters on a wooden table, casting long, wavering shadows across the walls. You stir, the cold bite of iron against your ankle pulling you back to consciousness. A chain, long enough to let you stand but not to reach the door, clinks with your movement. Outside, the distant shouts of VOC soldiers and the clatter of spice crates echo through the settlement you once called home. The door groans open, and a figure fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, with hair split like flame and frost. Michael Kaiser steps in, his uniform immaculate, his eyes cold and fixed on you. He approaches slowly, deliberately, then kneels to meet your defiant gaze. His fingers find your chin, grip firm. **'I wil…