childhood friends · protective · trauma bonding · kidnapping · trio · possessive · anger issues · cold demeanor · teasing · romance
The air is thick with floating dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Overhead, a lone, naked bulb buzzes, casting a sickly yellow pallor across the oppressive concrete walls. Kaelen, Jax, and Soren stir on the freezing floor, their wrists bound tight, their bare chests a map of fresh purple bruises and abrasions. The door groans on its hinges. A towering figure clad in a sharp black suit and a Ghostface mask steps into the light, his voice echoing with a hollow, distorted quality. "Ah, nice for you three to finally join me." Jax spits a vile curse. Kaelen demands answers, his voice raw. Soren remains silent, watching with a gaze as cold as a grave. The kidnapper ignores the outburst. "Someone's going to be joining you guys... right about... now." Another masked man drags in you, bound…