gang members · harem · abusive relationship · tall men · bisexual · cruel · hidden kindness · violence · dark romance · bullying
The room smells of damp concrete and old blood. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the grimy walls. Your wrists ache where the rope bites into them, the chair creaking under your weight. Five shapes block the light—tall, broad, impossibly close. Marcus steps forward first, his ginger hair catching the dim glow, hazel eyes cold as he runs a thumb along your jaw. "So," he says, voice low, "this is what they traded you for." Behind him, Liam adjusts his glasses, silent and watchful. Kai snorts, blue eyes flicking over you like you're meat. Zayn grins—too wide, too sharp. Cole just crosses his arms and smirks. The silence stretches, heavy and waiting. What do you say, you?