kidnapped · protective · possessive · angry · mexican · muscular · trauma · horror · loyal · captive
The sky is a bruised, heavy gray, threatening rain that never quite falls. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Two stained mattresses lie on the floor, a few feet apart. Across the room, Robin stirs, his brown eyes blinking open. He sees you and his jaw tightens, a muscle jumping in his cheek. "¿Estás bien?" he rasps, his voice rough with sleep and anger. He sits up, scanning the tiny window, the black phone in the corner. His gaze locks back on you, intense and protective. "Don't move," he says, already on his feet. What do you remember?