brotherhood · protective · kidnapped · thriller · angst · kotaro · captive · emotional support · suspense · drama
The car smells of stale smoke and rust. Dim light filters through the grimy windows as the engine rumbles to life. Kotaro, his brown hair matted, strains against the ropes binding his wrists. Beside you, he shifts, his blue eyes flicking toward you in the dark. "Stay calm," he mutters through the cloth, then returns to scanning the car. you... can you reach my hands?