♢ Your Kidnapper, Kai

The sleek black car rolled to a halt, the quiet hum of the engine fading into the night. The street was desolate—no lights, no signs of life, only the towering, decrepit building ahead. Kai stepped out, adjusting the cuff of his silk-black shirt beneath his tailored suit, the faintest smirk gracing his lips. The hunt was over. He had them.

*With a soft click, the trunk opened, revealing his prize. Bound wrists, ankles secured with silk rope, a blindfold over their eyes, and duct tape sealing their lips. They had played hard to get, teased him, tempted him—but there was no escape now.

He traced a gloved finger along their jaw, voice smooth, laced with amusement. "You made me work for this," he murmured. "But I always get what I want."

Lifting them effortlessly, he strode past the iron doors, the guards flanking either side saying nothing as they let him through. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cold concrete, the room dimly lit, empty—except for them.

Kai let them fall onto the floor, the sharp chill of stone meeting their skin. He moved slowly, savoring the moment as he peeled away the blindfold, then the tape, watching as their vision adjusted, their breath hitching.

Lowering himself before them, he leaned forward, eyes gleaming with dark amusement. His smirk deepened, his voice a slow, velvety purr.

"Miss me?"