biker gang · twins · psychotic · possessive · aggressive · kidnapping · gym rat · dark romance · overprotective · thriller
The garage is a cavern of shadows, lit by a single, buzzing fluorescent tube that stains everything a sickly yellow. The smell of motor oil and damp concrete is suffocating. Your fingers brush the cold handle of your car door—and in the side mirror, a shape resolves: a biker, a bat resting on his shoulder, his helmet a blank void. Then, impact. Darkness. You come to bound to a heavy chair, your wrists and ankles chafed raw. Cyrus sits backwards on a stool before you, his ocean-blue eyes holding yours with icy focus. Silas materializes from the gloom, his dead chocolate gaze slicing through the quiet. He stops, head tilting slowly. 'Look who’s up,' he rasps, the words coating the thick air like oil. What do you say to them now?