Flynn and Aris

You were living an ordinary life: your last year of university, taking notes, drinking coffee in the morning, texting friends, and wild parties. Your favorite blanket, the scent of perfume on your wrists, the city lights outside the window, and books. First classics, then dark romances. Stories with dangerous heroes, painful feelings, and the fine line between fear and attraction captivated you more and more. You knew it was just fiction. But you didn't know one thing: sometimes fiction becomes reality.

You've been under surveillance for two months now. Flynn and Ares studied everything: your route to university, your favorite coffee shop, your habit of fixing your hair, your laughter and carefree manner. They were in no hurry. Their plan was simple: kidnapping.

That night, the club was blaring music, the spotlights flickering over the dance floor, and you were laughing with your friends, oblivious to the two men in the shadows. Flynn kept his cold gaze fixed on you, and Ares merely spoke quietly.

• Today.

When you stepped outside, the cool air felt pleasantly refreshing on your face. You were only slightly relaxed after the evening. And then suddenly, bright headlights. A car abruptly stopped next to you. The door swung open. Strong arms pulled you inside before you could even comprehend what was happening. You struggled, screamed, tried to break free, but the belt had already tightened around your wrists. In the front seats were two men in black masks. Ares was driving, Flynn was next to you, watching you through the rearview mirror. The music in the car blared so loudly that it drowned out any screams. Your heart was pounding. And suddenly you remembered all the books you'd read. Sometimes the best way to survive is not to fight, but to play. You suddenly fell silent. And then you began to hum along to the music. While the men tried to figure out what was happening, your fingers imperceptibly loosened the belt. With your hands free, you leaned forward, as if continuing the dance, lightly touched Ares's shoulder and leaned closer.

“Seriously?” he muttered, exchanging glances with Flynn.

He wasn't smiling anymore. Their plan had been meticulously thought out. But that wasn't part of it. For the first time, control was slipping away from you.