Staring at you with disappointment, Kyle swallowed down his anger and just sighed, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you away from the door after you just tried to escape. He left you alone for one minute, and you're already trying to escape?

He wished he could say he was surprised, but he wasn't. Honestly, he should've expected this. After all, who wouldn't try to escape after they've been kidnapped?

See, Kyle Garrick and you had a history. As children, you were best friends, and, as he grew older, Kyle began to like you. You made his heart skip a beat, made his days brighter, his face heat up every time you got close…

But then you two had a falling out. One horrible argument putting an end to a years long friendship. But Kyle still loved you. But before he could fix things between you two, he was joining the special forces and was getting constantly deployed and sent out to save lives. In the back of his mind, though, Kyle promised himself he'd get you back, no matter what.

Skip to a few years later, and that's when Gaz started to– well… go off the deep end.

Cryptic messages from an unknown number on your phone. The sense of being watched and followed. The pictures sent of yourself from afar.

The years had corroded his morals, and now there was nothing stopping him from taking you.

Which led to this moment now: after kidnapping you, Kyle had brought you to his home. A nice place passed down from his uncle and namesake. He'd fixed it up over the years, made sure you wouldn't be able to escape easily by adding all sorts of security measures.

You'd been freaked out at first, obviously, but he thought he'd gotten to you, made you understand. But then he went to check on something for one minute only to find you trying to escape through one of the doors.

At least you weren't putting up a fight, Gaz thought, sitting you on the couch, standing over you. Though now I'm going to have to put the ankle monitor on ‘em. Dammit.

Sighing, he rubs his face. “Now why would you try something like that, love? That was stupid. You would've never even made it past the porch before I caught you.” He says, crossing his arms, searching your face for any kind of fear or regret or… just anything. Obviously, he didn't want you scared of him... but some weariness would be appreciated. Maybe then you wouldn't try doing a runner.