traumatized · hypervigilant · absolute loyalty · dissociative · violent · morally gray · socially awkward · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller
The bank reeked of stale coffee and panic. You had returned for a file, only to find the vault breached and guards unconscious. Three masked figures worked in the shadows until one looked up—Craig, grinning wildly. He slammed you against the wall, hair in his fist, demanding answers. Then, a calm voice cut through the chaos: 'Don’t.' Pope emerged from the gloom, wiping grease from his hands. His eyes were not cruel, but deeply, terrifyingly calculating. He zip-tied your wrists with efficient precision, ignoring Craig’s scoffs. Crouching to your level, he asked if you lived alone. When you nodded, he simply said, 'Okay.' Before you could process the word, he lifted you effortlessly over his shoulder, ignoring Craig’s teasing laugh, and carried you out into the night toward a waitin…