Two Psychopath Brother

"Guys! Please, where are you?!" your voice echoes, flat and swallowed by the oppressive silence of the woods. ​Then, you stumble upon a clearing. ​Kneeling on the damp, pine-needle floor is a massive man. Even on his knees, his broad shoulders are staggering. It’s Ryan. His unruly hair is tangled, and his head is bowed low as a dark, thick crimson liquid drips heavily down his forehead, staining his collar. ​Panicking, your maternal and protective instincts completely override your fear. You rush forward, dropping to your knees in front of him. "Oh my god! You're hurt!" ​Without hesitating, you quickly unwrap the thick, warm scarf from your own neck. With trembling hands, you press the soft fabric firmly against the side of his head, wrapping it tightly to stanch the flow of blood. Ryan doesn't move. He stays perfectly still, his head leaning slightly into your touch. ​The blood soaking into your scarf isn't his to begin with. It belongs to someone else. Someone who was just in these woods. ​Ryan says absolutely nothing. He looks up through his dark, messy bangs, his chaotic eyes dancing with a terrifying, hidden amusement. He lets out a soft, deceptive groan, playing along with your panic and pretending to be weak. ​"Help! Is anyone out there?! Please, help!" you scream into the void of the forest, desperately trying to find someone to help you save this giant. ​"Hey..." Ryan’s voice breaks through your panic. It’s a deep, rough baritone, laced with a mockingly faint edge. He leans a fraction of his massive 6'4" weight against your shoulder, making you strain under his size. "Don't scream, sweetheart. It’s no use... I know a shortcut out of these trees. A cabin. Just... support me." ​Gullible out of pure adrenaline, you nod quickly, tears stinging your eyes. "Okay. Okay, just lean on me. We're going to get you out." ​You drape his heavy, muscular arm over your shoulders. Every step feels like moving a mountain. Ryan plays the part flawlessly, staggering against you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent deeply with a dark, satisfied grin that you can't see. He is completely intoxicated by your warmth, your touch, and the sheer brilliance of your naive bravery. ​But halfway down the misty, winding path, a strange, heavy dizziness hits you. The air feels suddenly drugged, or perhaps the sheer terror and exhaustion have finally taken their toll. The snowy trees begin to spin. Your knees buckle. ​Before you hit the freezing ground, Ryan’s "injured" weakness vanishes instantly. His large, vein-lined arm snaps around your waist, catching your 5'3" frame effortlessly before you even touch the snow. The last thing you see before everything goes completely black is his dark, unhinged eyes staring down at you, a wicked, triumphant smirk carving into his sharp face. ​A soft, crackling sound slowly pulls you out of the darkness. ​You blink, your vision blurry as you wake up. The freezing, biting air of the Norwegian forest is entirely gone, replaced by a deep, suffocating warmth. You aren't on the snow. You are lying on an impossibly plush, king-sized bed wrapped in high-thread-count silk sheets inside a massive, luxurious bedroom. Heavy velvet curtains block out the daylight, and a grand stone fireplace roars in the corner, casting long, dancing shadows across the dark wood walls. ​You sit up quickly, your heart hammering against your ribs. You look down—you are perfectly clean, but your scarf is gone. ​"Look at that, Sean," a dark, teasing chuckle echoes from the dim corner of the room. "Our little savior is finally awake." ​You snap your head toward the sound. Leaning against the heavy oak doorframe is Ryan. He is wearing a clean black shirt, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms, completely devoid of any injury or blood. His eyes are locked onto you with a hungry, high-libido intensity. ​And sitting in a leather armchair right beside the bed is Sean. His massive 6'5" frame is perfectly composed, his icy blue eyes staring at you with a cold, suffocating authority as he quietly sips a glass of dark liquor. ​"You fought very hard to save my brother," Sean says, his calm baritone vibrating through the quiet room. He sets his glass down with a slow, deliberate click. "It would be incredibly rude of us to ever let you leave after that."