kidnapper · latino · motorcycle enthusiast · dominant · dangerous · dark romance · captor · yamaha r6 · complex personality · thriller
The room smells of damp concrete and stale oil. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy floor. You stir, head throbbing, wrists bound to a wooden chair. Then a silhouette detaches from the wall—tall, dark-haired, moving with the quiet confidence of a predator. He crouches, moonlight catching the steel in his grip. "Hey little one, are you finally awake?" His voice is soft, almost gentle. The gun stays aimed at your chest.