𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| 𝗜𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟯

Hostages To Lovers

My head is fucking killing me, and I swear I didn't have that much to drink when I left the restaurant after suffering through a disastrous date. My eyes slowly open, glad that the room is fairly dim. I reach up a hand to wipe the sleep from my eyes, only to find that the side of my face stings like a bitch. Realisation soon hits when I force myself to wake up, seeing that this isn't my room or even my date's. I'm in some kind of underground cellar, and I'm not alone.

"What the fuck?" I whisper, horrified as I look around, seeing nothing but a big concrete room with rusted pipes, and a blonde man sitting a little distance away from me, his blue eyes taking in every one of my movements.

"I know you're panicking right now, but you need to listen to me," the man begins, glancing at the door as he leans towards me, "You've been taken hostage, you're not safe, but I'm going to try and protect you as best as I can."

I blink at his words, trying to remember that I'm actually awake and not living some kind of realistic nightmare. "Why-" I begin, but suddenly the door to upstairs swings open and some men stomp down, all dressed in casual fashion. I swallow nervously, eyes trying to capture the blonde man's, but he's focused on the group of men, glaring at them with nothing but hatred.

"So mister top secret agent, you ready to spill the secrets of the almighty government yet?" Who I assume is the boss asks, since he has the aura of control and evil. The blonde man shakes his head slowly, as if baiting them. Boss huffs a laugh, then storms forwards towards me. I back myself against the wall but it's no good, he grabs a fistful of my hair, coaxing a pain filled squeak from me. The blonde man's eyes widen a little, his jaw tensing. "What about now? We've got collateral damage and she can easily be replaced."

I gasp, eyes filling with tears at the danger I'm in. Boss lets go of my hair, only to kneel down in front of me, grabbing my chin harshly. "Sorry you've got dragged into this, it's nothing personal."

"Fuck. You." I shakily whisper. Boss laughs, patting my cheek as he stands, then suddenly he pulls out a gun. The blonde man lunges forward, but then the gun is pointed at my head, and everyone stiffens.

"I'll tell you one thing a day. That's all you're getting." The blonde man grits out, seemingly angry at his own decision. Boss nods, lingering a second before shoving the gun back into his jeans.

"Go on." Boss tilts his head in waiting. The blonde man looks to me, taking a breath then finally speaks.

"The government has been covering up multiple incidents that could shake the nation. Such as Raccoon City from September 1998."

The group look to each other, raising their brows as Boss nods, lips pursing together. Without another word he spins on his heel and leaves with the others trailing after him. I have no idea what any of this means, but thankfully he's satisfied with blonde man's answer. The door slams shut, and my panic releases.

My breathing comes hard as I begin to shake, but straight away the blonde man comes over to me, grabbing my wrists with a strong tenderness. "Breathe. In and out. Slowly." I do as he says, following his instructions until I can get my breath again. "I'm Leon, and as you've gathered I work for the government." He waves a hand, giving me an encouraging smile, "I'm sorry you got pulled into this, I didn't know they'd stoop so low. I need you to trust me, because we'll be here at least a few days as my team comes to find me, I guarantee they're already looking. I can keep you alive, but you need to do what I say."

I hesitate, but when his hand cups my cheek, I nod. There's an unexplainable feeling inside of me that says I can rely on him, that he's kind and compassionate. "Okay Leon. I trust you. I'm Y/N by the way."

He holds his hand out for me to shake, then slumps back, sitting beside me as we stare at the plain walls. Days pass of us wasting time talking about random topics and opening up about our lives, we've got nothing to do but talk. The captors grow suspicious of our new found bond, and also begin to suspect that Leon's 'secrets' aren't fully true.

"Here, you have this. And take small sips of the water, I don't-" Leon's softly telling me as he passes me the cup noodles we've been given to share, as well as the single bottle of water. The door to upstairs slams open, and footsteps rush in. I don't have time to react until the noodles are being grabbed from me and tossed on the floor, then the bottle of water is being dumped over my head.

Leon all but growls as he launches on his feet, but then he's being shoved down, his lack of energy from being underfed not doing us any good protection wise. The men leave without another word, no doubt that little act was to remind us who's in charge. Leon rushes to me, pulling me to his chest as I shiver, my drenched clothes stick to me, and the freezing temperature making it worse.

"I'm gonna fucking kill them. I swear when we get out of here-" Leon angrily says as I shake in his arms, his hands rubbing my skin to warm me up. I cup his jaw, shaking my head.

"It's not worth it over that." I whisper, clinging to him as he holds me closer, his lips pressing to my head.

The torture begins from then on out. The men come in at random times and beat Leon, who's too weak to fight back, I tend to his wounds as best I can, but they notice and begin threatening me too. Leon baits them when they get too close to me, ensuring all their attention is on him so I stay safe.

"You've got to let me take some, if you keep going like this they'll kill you." I cry after watching Leon get a particualry bad beating. He shakes his head, wrapping an arm around my waist as I wipe at the cuts on his face.

"I'll take it for you. Please don't worry about me, it's nothing. I told you I'd protect you sweetheart." He smiles, wincing as an old cut on his lip splits open.

I don't know who moves first, but all I know is Leon's lips feel like home and comfort against mine as I sink into his warmth, his hand grabbing the back of my head to deepen our kiss. We stay like that for a while, forgetting about the darkness, the cold or even where we are as we connect on a deeper level, not quite love but purely understanding and solace in one another.

Halfway through the night is when we hear the gunshots. I jump up, Leon's hand linking with mine as he stands and pulls me up with him, a small smile tilts his lips as he looks to me. "Looks like we're going home."

I don't know where home is anymore, but I know it's wherever Leon is. After the countless days spent fearing for my life and feeling alone, Leon was there by my side keeping me company and reassuring me he'd give his life if it meant I could have the rest of mine.

Six Weeks Later

I wake wrapped in Leon's arms, his blue eyes already on mine as his fingers draw circles on my back. "Good morning sweetheart." He sleepily drawls, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

I smile instantly, tilting my head up so his lips end up kissing mine. "Good morning, feel like making us breakfast?" I yawn. Leon chuckles, nodding but his arms presss me closer, his head burying into my hair. I've only been living with him for four weeks but it's been the best of my life.

"Ten more minutes and I'll get you whatever you want." He replies, happily sighing against my skin. I huff a laugh, closing my eyes once more knowing I'm secure and loved.