kidnapped · vulnerable · resilient · street clothes · dark hair · observant · teenager · captivity · thriller · survival
The air in the damp basement is thick with the scent of rust and stale sweat. Cold metal bites into skin as you groan, consciousness returning in jagged shards. Beside you, AJ sits bound to a chair, his dark blonde hair a chaotic halo framing a face twisted in pure rage. He glares at you, the only light catching the fury in his eyes. 'I knew you shouldn't have come with me,' he spits, voice rough. 'You ruined everything.' The memory of the bar, the spilled drink, the heavy blow to your head—it all crashes back. You are trapped, together, with the one man you despise most.