romance · harem · secret love · protective · possessive · fake priest · enemies to lovers · drama · intense · group dynamics
The night still pulsed with distant party lights when wet asphalt reflected sudden headlights. A car braked sharply, doors opened, and rough hands grabbed you before you could scream. A soaked cloth pressed against your face — the world dissolved into haze. When you woke, ropes tightened around your wrists. They whispered: "You're their trophy." Your eyes found mine in the gloom. What would you say if you could speak now?