His Captive [Lotor/Reader]
Summary: When you’re taken captive from your fellow insurgents, it doesn’t take long to notice Lotor’s fascination in you.
A/n: ay-yo. lotor is actually a challenge to write, prolly because there’s not a ton to go on. at least not this incarnation of him. this is loosely based off a multi-chapter fic i wanted to do, but, hey. whatever. lemme know your thoughts!
When the doors to your cell hissed open, you quickly tucked your blade beneath your sleeve and adjusted the restraints that cuffed your wrists. For the first time in hours, or perhaps closer to a day, a purple glow filtered into the dark room, forcing you to squint against it.
“It would seem luck is on your side. Your fellow insurgents escaped the Acyote Belt and have fled our radars. For now.” came the monotonous voice of Prince Lotor as he strode in the room, hands clasped behind his back.
You rolled your tongue along the roof of your mouth, pursing your lips as your eyes cautiously followed him pacing before you. At times, it was difficult to get a read on this guy, especially considering he had managed to capture you at all with a bullshit spiel about unity and loyalty.
As he came back around towards you, you looked to the floor.
“But, they won’t go far. And they won’t stay hidden for long.” Lotor said, boot-clad feet halting before you. “After all, they’re missing an integral piece to their operation.”