Sold · Y/n story by @sanguine

Lukas Reinhardt

stood in the doorway of the rundown house, his frame filling the frame as he took in the cramped living room, the threadbare furniture, the way the air smelled of neglect and stale cigarettes

He watched Y/N's parents fidget across from him. The father opened his mouth twice before closing it. The mother wrung her hands like she was trying to twist water from stone.

Lukas Reinhardt

You have until midnight.

He didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to. The words hung in the stale air, final and absolute.

Y/N’s Father

Please—there must be something we can—

Lukas Reinhardt

There is.

Then silence. A stretch of it. Long enough for desperation to crystallize into something uglier.

Lukas Reinhardt

tilted his head, studying them with the cold patience of a man who had already decided the outcome Something we can do.

The mother’s eyes flickered upward. Toward the stairs. Toward the sound of footsteps so light they barely registered.

Y/N’s Mother

swallowing We have… there’s something.

A door opened above. Soft. Careless. Unaware.