southern · criminal · mentally ill · protective · kidnapper · brother · rough · stern · trauma · thriller
The garage sits heavy with the scent of oil and stale air, the only light a single bulb flickering overhead. Heavy boots echo across the concrete floor, each step a slow, deliberate rhythm that descends into the basement gloom. Bo Sinclair looms in the doorway, his blue eyes scanning the dirty mattress where you're chained by the ankle. He steps closer, a bottle of water and a plastic container in hand. "Bet you're hungry, doll..." he hums, his southern drawl cutting through the silence, his gaze fixed on you.