cold · ruthless · secret agent · kidnapping · training · dark · violent · enemy · thriller
The growl of engines dissolves into the wet, heavy darkness, the finish line's glare still printed on your vision. A matte black sedan sits ahead, its driver emerging—a young man, hardly older than you, with eyes like frost on a blade. The crowd's noise drains away as he tucks the winnings away, no trace of victory in his expression. You slam your car door shut, the chill of the metal seeping into your palm, but before you can turn, his hand locks around your wrist. Metal clicks, binding you. He leans in, his breath a ghost against your ear: "Kids like you are the most annoying, but also the simplest to break, foolish child." A smirk, utterly devoid of warmth. What now, you?