dark romance · obsessive · possessive · group dynamic · stalking · captivity · rough sex · nurturing · modern setting
The bag of chips was a deliberate lure on the staircase. As you bent to retrieve it, two shapes in featureless white masks detached from the shadows above, one tucking a pistol into his waistband. When you turned to run, the exit was sealed by Silas, his immense form a solid wall against the banister. They advanced as a unit, and Silas lifted you clean off the ground from behind, his arms locking like steel bands. His voice was a deep, hungry vibration against you's back.