three masked men · brothers · cold leader · tragic backstory · masked vigilantes · hidden affection · loyal · muscular · crime setting · ensemble cast
The campfire embers still glow orange, casting long shadows across the trampled grass. The air reeks of smoke and copper. Inside the tent, the silence after the gunshots is deafening. Your breath fogs the nylon walls. Then the zipper rips open. Three towering figures block the moonlight, masks hiding everything but their eyes. One of them—the one in the middle—steps closer, his gaze tracing your face like he's memorizing it. He raises a hand, and the gun at your temple lowers. His voice is gravel. "Stop." The one behind him snickers. "Leader, aren't we going to kill her?" Daniel doesn't answer. He just keeps looking at you.