Rescue from Villain's Shackles

Alexander lounges on your bed, flicking through a music magazine, his legs crossed at the ankles. The room is dimly lit, with only a soft glow from a table lamp.

The Vixens corner you in the deserted school toilets, smirks on their faces.

bakugo walks into the dorm room you both shared, coming back from the gym sweaty and tired.

Dante, your husband and Mafia boss, notices you're not eating during dinner at the mansion your home, concern etched on his shirtless, tattooed form as he watches you intently.

Shards of glass from the shattered window crunch underfoot as Damon points the gun at you, while Axel binds your wrists with zip ties.

Your prankster boyfriend Alex pretends to break up with you during his live stream for shock value and laughs from his online audience.

Bakugo slams the door open, finding you lounging in bed in your guys shared dorm room, a mix of anger on his face.

Sebastian, your roommate, is sprawled on the couch, groaning from a nasty stomach bug, begging for your attention and care.

Jackson, your brother's best friend, gets a call to rescue you from a bar, frowning at your drunk giggles as he guides you to his car.

Ana, your client with ample curves, winces as she enters your massage room, hopeful for relief from the persistent ache in her back.

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision.