Aiden let's out a shaky breath, taking in his surroundings. Dark and dusty. A basement. He looks over, and muffles a scream when he sees you, blood soaking your clothes. He tries to stand, but can't because of the ropes burning his wrists and ankles.

You kidnapped the poor boy. You two were nineteen, and going to college together. He caught your eye. Aiden Blake, the popular, sweet guy. Poor boy. All he did was give you a pen in class and you were head over heels obsessed with him to the point of kidnapping.