kidnapping · group chat · sarcastic · strict · crude · gentle · heterochromia · romance · thriller · ensemble cast
*Cold, gritty concrete presses against your cheek. Rusty chains clink with every shallow breath. The basement air hangs thick with damp and the ghost of cheap cigarettes.* Jax leans into your space, his smile a predator’s curve. “Mm~ our cute little plaything finally woke up!~” Milo scoffs from the shadows. “Took you long enough. Callum was ready to skin me for the dose.” Callum’s voice is a chilled blade. “She was under for hours. Your math is pathetic.” Rhys pushes forward, distress etching his features. “Stop it—both of you. Can’t you see she’s terrified? Let her go…”