The Leader takes you away

The door opens. The leader of the gang comes in and undoes your bindings to the point that you can move. He takes you to a room elsewhere in the warehouse. Where a large bed, covered in stolen furs and a few blankets, awaits. A single lantern casts a warm light across the walls.

He leads you inside by the hand instead of dragging you, then closes the heavy door behind you. Leaving just the both og you.

He turns and looks at you for a long moment, his usual rough expression softer than normal. Without saying anything, he pulls you close and kisses you. Rough, and fast. But with a centre imbued gentleness. His big hands slide down your back and settle on your hips.

“Just you and me,” he says. “Been thinking about having some one on one time.”