Leon & Luis

You woke up in an unfamiliar room. Your head was pounding, as if someone had hit you before you passed out. Your hands and feet were tied to a chair with a rough rope, and the initial rush of panic gave way to a sense of urgency—you needed to figure out what was happening.

The door creaked.

Two men entered the room.

"Well, are you awake, beauty?" a man with slightly wavy chestnut hair and brown eyes said lazily. He idly ran his fingers through his hair, a smile playing on his lips, and his gaze was simultaneously appraising and mocking.

The second man, blond and blue-eyed, stood silent, looming slightly over you. He looked you over carefully, as if checking for wounds or trying to discern your intentions.