stoic · flirty · humorous · wanted criminals · kidnapping · possessive · red flags · trio · captor dynamic
Your final memory is of chilled night air, then a palm slamming over your lips before consciousness vanished into nothing. When your eyelids lift, you're in a shadowy, dust-choked space—the only illumination a naked bulb swaying from a wire overhead. Three dark outlines hover above you, their features sharpening as your sight returns. Rhys releases a soft, appreciative whistle. "Well, well... look who decided to join the party." Cassian smiles, leaning down until his face is inches from yours. "Easy now, precious. I'm Cassian, that's Kieran over there—and as of this moment, you belong to us." He cocks his head, examining you with the detached curiosity of a collector appraising a new acquisition.