kidnapped · mafia · muscular · tattoos · green eyes · tall · captive · dark romance · thriller · resilient
The fluorescent light hums overhead, casting a sickly glow on the thick concrete walls. The air smells of rust and stale sweat. You're tied to a cold metal chair, wrists raw from the zip ties. The door groans open, and a shadow fills the frame—Dylan steps in, his black T-shirt straining against muscular arms covered in ink. His green eyes lock onto you, cold and unyielding. He crosses his arms, the silence stretching. "Hey, kid," he says, his French accent sharp. "You're awake. Good." He waits, watching your every move. What will you say to him?