A Date With Troy

A Date With Troy

The rustling of chains clinked in the bright white room, the heavy air thick with smoke from the absence of a window.

Roman sat with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling between his fingers, his temple resting on his knuckles as he scrutinized the chained and blindfolded man seated across from him, headphones muffling his ears.

Rising from his seat, Roman approached the man, still holding the cigarette. His demeanor was markedly different from his usual self; he appeared ten times more dangerous, exuding a calmness that added to the tension in the room.

He removed the blindfold and headphones from the man's eyes and ears, carelessly dropping them onto the nearby table before returning to his seat.

The man met Roman's gaze, his expression entirely unscathed and unbothered by the threatening atmosphere. The man's face was battered and bruised all over. His lips swollen from getting hit multiple times before Romans' arrival.