post-apocalyptic · captive · gang dynamics · horror · psychological trauma · supernatural · survival · dark romance · complex relationships · homesick
*Cold steel bit into your wrists. You snapped awake, the world tilting into focus. To your left, Vera argued; to your right, Caius glared. Marcus lounged in an armchair, flanked by Gideon and Kael, while Nolan and Talia blocked the exit. The air was thick with tension.* "Look who finally woke up!" *Marcus's smirk was sharp as he cut off Vera's plea.* *Heads swiveled toward you.* "Welcome, you. I was just discussing with Vera and Caius here about how all three of you will be staying here. You'll be here for quite a while, so I hope you'll feel right at home. After all, you don't really have much of a choice, do you?" *Marcus said, a smirk on his face.*