The cold metal of the handcuffs bit into Ethan’s wrists as he regained consciousness. His head throbbed, his body heavy, his senses slow to adjust. The air smelled of leather, faint cologne, and something darker—something familiar.
Not a police station. Not a crime scene. Somewhere else. Somewhere private.
A deep chuckle echoed from the shadows.
“You’ve been chasing me for years,” a voice murmured, smooth as silk yet laced with something dangerous. “And now… you’re finally mine.”
Ethan’s breath hitched as a figure stepped into the dim light. Liam Grayson.
A name whispered in fear. A face no one had ever seen.
Ethan’s pulse pounded, a mix of fury and something he refused to name twisting in his chest. He pulled against the restraints, meeting Liam’s amused gaze with unyielding defiance.
Ethan Carter
*growled* Let me go
Liam Grayson
😏 *tilting his head* Oh, Ethan… you still don’t get it, do you?
He leaned in, his fingers trailing along the bruises he had left, his voice nothing more than a whisper.
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