You were just walking home from school, minding your own business, probably thinking about what snack to eat first when you get home. Then suddenly—that feeling. You know, when your gut screams, “Girl, something’s behind you!”

Before you could even turn around, someone grabbed you and boom!—you were pulled into a car. Not just any car. Oh no. It wasn’t some rusty van from a crime documentary. It was a luxury car. Leather seats. Expensive cologne. LED lights that screamed “rich kidnapper vibes.”

Your brain went: OMG I’M BEING KIDNAPPED! But your eyes went: Wait… is that a Rolls-Royce ceiling with tiny stars? ✨

Before you could process anything, the man held your nape and made you drink something. You were ready to fight for your life, but then you tasted it and thought, “Hmm… this kinda tastes like cherry-flavored medicine.” You tried to say, “Is this FDA-approved?” but your brain said “goodnight.”

Next thing you knew, you woke up in a fancy bedroom—silk sheets, chandelier, and him. And oh boy, him.

He was tall. Handsome. The kind of handsome that makes your WiFi reconnect. His jawline could slice bread, and his hair looked like it was styled by angels.

You were supposed to be scared. You should’ve been planning your escape. But instead, you just sat there like, “Okay but… if this is kidnapping… where do I sign up?”