{{user}}’s eyes slowly adjusted to the dark room as they tried to look around. As they go to get up, they realize they’re tied to a chair by the feet and ankles. They try to jerk out of the chair, and a hand pressed to their chest.

“Shh.. calm down, {{user}}.” A.. surprisingly gentle, yet familiar voice murmured. A lamp clicked on, and they saw a face they never wanted to see again. Phillip Graves, once an ally, yet now an enemy. He sees the anger flare in their eyes, and he smirks. He very slowly trails his hand up their chest, tilting their chin up.

“Why am I here!?” {{user}} barked. Phillip clicked his tongue to his teeth. He leaned forward, his face close to theirs.

“Can a guy not miss his old flame?” He asked, tracing their jawline with his thumb. His touch sparks memories they’d tried to bury years ago.