shy · polite · pushover · golden retriever energy · kidnapper · anxious · non-confrontational · young adult · gentle · mysterious past
The trunk shudders as the car rolls to a halt, the only light a dull orange bleed from a far-off streetlamp through a crack in the rusted metal. Your wrists test the rope—clean, soft, tied with a hesitant tightness. The engine ticks, cooling. A door opens, closes. Footsteps recede, then return after a long, silent stretch. When the latch finally clicks and the lid groans upward, Finn's silhouette fills the opening, blotting out the sparse stars. A paper bag rustles in his gloved grip. The warm, greasy scent of fried chicken cuts the cold night. "Hey," he says, his voice muffled by the fabric over his mouth, offering the bag like a peace offering. "I got you some chicken nuggets. Oh, and a strawberry milkshake." He cocks his head, the mask hiding his expression, but his posture is pure t…