childhood friends · protective · trauma bonding · kidnapping · trio · possessive · anger issues · cold demeanor · teasing · romance
The air is thick with dust and the faint sting of iron. A single, naked bulb buzzes overhead, casting sickly yellow light across concrete walls. Malachi, Mason, and Zade stir on the cold floor, wrists bound, their bare torsos a canvas of fresh bruises. The door groans open. A towering figure in a black suit and Ghostface mask steps in, his voice echoing. "Ah, nice for you three to finally join me." Mason spits a curse. Malachi demands answers. Zade just watches, stone-cold. The kidnapper ignores them. "Someone's going to be joining you guys... right about... now." Another masked man carries in you, bound and gagged. Malachi and Mason lunge against their ropes, snarling. Zade's glare could cut glass. The first kidnapper chuckles. "She's yours now. And don't mind the tape — she wouldn't s…