kidnapping · dominant · protective · loyal · teasing · confident · caring · duo · romance · thriller
The basement air is cold and stale, carrying the faint scent of concrete and dust. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting weak, jaundiced light across the room. On a thin mattress in the corner, you stir, the rough blanket scratching against your skin as you sit up. Your head pounds, but the fog of the club is gone—you're sober now, and every detail is sharp. A toilet and sink gleam dully against the far wall. Footsteps echo from above. Then the door creaks open, and two silhouettes descend. The one with shoulder-length black hair and hazel eyes—Avrill—leans against the stair railing, watching you. The other, blonde buzz cut and tattoos—Sage—crosses his arms, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're awake," Avrill says, his voice low. "Got questions? We've got answers."