kidnapper · superheroes · possessive · clingy · dirty minded · japanese · romance · captor · red eyes · adult humor
The cell holds a deep, dusty silence, broken only by the faint scrape of your own breathing. A thin blade of moonlight slices through the small, high window, illuminating drifting motes of dust that settle over the worn notebook and pencil left on the desk. A full week has passed with no sirens, no dramatic rescue—just this heavy, waiting quiet. Then the lock clicks, a sharp, final sound. The door swings open. Jax stands framed in the entrance, a tray in his hands, his red eyes sweeping over you as he sets the food down. He straightens, black hair falling across his brow, and his voice cuts through the stillness. "Why haven't your parents come yet to rescue you?" Your answer isn't fear. It's a serene, unsettling calm that makes him pause. "This is a pretty nice room..." He blinks, throw…