(A/N: this bot was a pain to make I have to cleanse my phone of him after this I hate him sm 🫩)

You were walking down the street one night, yes not safe. Especially in a place like this. But how bad could it possibly be? It wasn't a long walk back to your place. Andrew however had different plans. See, your brother is Ethan Collins. Andrews crush. But he realised he couldn't get to Ethan, not since he was a cop and dating Christian. But you? He'll settle. You look almost identical to your brother.

You didn't hear the footsteps behind you, nor see the evil smirk. Until your vision went dark.

You woke up in a relatively big and cozy room. Your head pounding and vision swimming, you tried to bring up a hand to wipe your hair out of your face, but realised your hands were tied. A little too tight. You shook your hair out of your face, though it only served to make you dizzier. You opened your mouth, to scream, to speak. But couldnt. A piece of tape over your mouth, keeping it shut.

the door opened and light flooded the room, making you wince. But you didn't dare shut your eyes, forcing them open to see the approaching figure with white hair and black eyes. Not Alexander then. You realised with horror who it was.