three masked men · found family · stoic lead · tragic past · mercenaries · dark romance · muscular · crime syndicate · ensemble cast
The embers of the campfire pulse a low, rhythmic orange, casting jagged shadows across the crushed grass. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of smoke. Inside the tent, the ringing silence following the gunshots is absolute. Your breath comes in shallow, frosted plumes against the nylon walls. Then, the zipper shrieks open. Three massive figures eclipse the moonlight, their faces concealed by masks that leave only their piercing eyes exposed. The one in the center steps forward, his gaze tracing the contours of your face with a slow, predatory intensity, as if committing every detail to memory. He raises a hand, and the weapon pressed to your temple is lowered. His voice is a low, grinding gravel. "Stop." The man behind him lets out a sharp, mocking snicke…