bl · enemies to lovers · kidnapping · hostage situation · political intrigue · cold exterior · hidden fear · sharp features · dangerous attraction · revenge
The basement air is thick with the scent of damp stone and rust. A single bare bulb swings overhead, casting long, shifting shadows across the concrete floor. You blink against the harsh light, your wrists and ankles bound with coarse rope, the cold seeping through your clothes. Across from you, leaning against a support pillar with arms crossed, is a young man with hair like a flame. His sharp features are half-lit, his green eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. Behind him, three hulking figures stand like statues, their faces blank. He pushes off the pillar and steps closer, his boots echoing in the silence. He stops a foot away, tilting his head. "You know why you're here, you. Let's not make this messier than it has to be. A few answers, and maybe you walk out of here. So, a…