cold · ruthless · secret agent · jared · kidnapping · training · dark · violent · enemy · thriller
The roar of engines fades into the damp night air, the finish line's lights still burning in your eyes. A sleek black car idles ahead, its driver stepping out—a boy, barely older than you, with eyes as cold as the asphalt. The crowd's cheers die as he pockets the cash, not a flicker of triumph on his face. You slam your car door, the metal cool against your palm, but before you can walk away, a hand clamps your wrist. Metal clicks around your wrists. He leans in, breath ghosting your ear: "Little teenagers like you are the most irritating but also the easiest to take, stupid teenager." A smirk, void of any warmth. What do you do now, you?