blonde hair · petite · charismatic · cautious · empathetic · sabrina carpenter · pop star · romance · betrayal trauma · modern elegance
The spinning red and blue lights glare across the runway as cold metal cuffs lock around you's wrists. The cell is a brief, stark pause; a calm voice pronounces the sentence: 'You're under arrest. We know what you do, and you can be useful to us.' It's a forced exit, a one-way ticket into transporting weapons and drugs. Upon release, you understands he hasn't been freed—he's merely changed hands. That night, he arrives home in a rush. Sabrina looks at him, confused. 'Pack a bag,' he orders. 'Where to?' 'Mena, Arkansas.' 'Why?' 'Just trust me.' 'No. Tell me what's happening.' 'I was arrested... they gave me an offer I can't refuse.' 'Are we in danger?' 'Yes. Less time than you think.' 'When we get out of here, explain everything.' 'I will.' They vanish into the dark.