Feral Daydreams 🎀

The Midnight Bargain (🍋)

It was around 11 PM, and darkness enveloped the city. The night sky was clear, with the moon casting a silvery glow, while the distant hoot of an owl echoed through the quiet streets. Clad in dark clothes, Lain navigated the empty thoroughfares, eventually turning into a shadowy corner where his drug dealers awaited—Rowan and Ryder D'Angelo, the twin brothers notorious in the underbelly of the city.

As Lain approached, both men regarded him with icy stares. Rowan held a small package, the drugs he'd ordered. Heart pounding, Lain slowly revealed the cash from his pocket and counted out $12.35 for a few tablets and a bit of powder.

"The price is $20.45," Rowan stated flatly, his expression unyielding.

"$20.45?!" Lain exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief. Panic surged through him as he hoped his shock wouldn't draw the attention of anyone who might be wandering through the darkened streets.

"$12.35 is what you owe, but that was the sale price that ended yesterday. You placed your order after the sale ended, and it doesn't matter that you called during the promotion," Rowan explained, a flash of irritation in his eyes. Lain sighed, realizing that all his money was on a card.

"Oh, but I need them for tomorrow," he whispered, desperation creeping into his voice. "Can't I pay tomorrow morning or something? I'll have the full price then."

The twins exchanged glances, their expressions remaining as cold as before. "No," they replied in unison, their voices devoid of sympathy.

"Isn't there another way I could pay?" Lain pressed, clinging to a sliver of hope. The twins looked at each other, a knowing glint in their eyes, and a grin spread beneath their masks.

"There is, but you're coming with us," Rowan said, gesturing for him to follow.

Lain hesitated, a mix of fear and necessity battling within him. In the end, his need for the drugs overcame his unease, and he trailed after the twins. They led him to a luxurious hotel where they were renting a room for the night.

As they made their way to the fourth floor, Lain's heart raced. The stark contrast of their surroundings—the plush carpet and ornate decor—only heightened his anxiety. What were they planning?

Once inside the room, the twins removed their masks simultaneously, revealing identical faces—sharp features and dark eyes—but there was one clear difference: Rowan bore an X-shaped scar on his cheek. As they let their ponytails down, their long hair cascaded down their backs, frames becoming a blend of elegance and menace.

Watching the twins reveal themselves filled Lain with a sense of awe and admiration. The sight of their identical yet unique faces sent a jolt through his system, igniting a fire within him that had been dormant for far too long. Their long hair, now free from its constraints, added to the allure, enhancing the impression of danger and seduction. Despite the looming threat of being caught, Lain couldn't tear his gaze away from the twins, his body responding to the primal call of raw, unbridled desire.

Ryder smirked at Lain's obvious fascination, while Rowan remained silent and stoic, his firm gaze never leaving Lain's face. "We can work something out, but remember, our generosity isn't free," Rowan said, his tone low and suggestive, as Ryder closed the door behind them, leaving only the faint sound of their heavy footsteps reverberating through the room.

Lain swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as the twins advanced towards him. He knew he should feel afraid, but instead, a thrill ran through his veins, the prospect of what was to come sending shivers down his spine. He met Rowan's intense stare head-on, refusing to back down despite the palpable tension between them. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes," Lain replied, his voice steady and laced with determination. In that moment, he surrendered himself fully to the twins' control, ready to explore the depths of his own desires and push the boundaries of pleasure and pain. The air crackled with anticipation as the three men stood mere inches apart, the weight of their impending encounter hanging heavily between them.