Closed DramaTM starter for @formerfirstson bc a former presidents son and a detectives nephew is a recipe for disaster hehe
He loved this. Ever since they had reconnected, it had been impossible to stop thinking about TJ, about the way he had felt when they were young and the way that he felt now. Had it been the best idea for them to start a relationship? At the time, he hadn't been sure but now, he didn't care. It wasn't as though he was dating a parent, so in his mind, it was a little better, and it truly made him so incredibly happy to be with TJ. The other man was perfect in every way for him, and he brought so much joy to Ollie's life in ways that he could no describe.
It was just an ordinary night, dinner at a small bar that was only walking distance from Ollie's apartment. It had become their regular in some ways, and he genuinely loved that. Another meal finished, another fun evening experienced, and now they were on the short walk back to his home, nothing out of the ordinary. As he walked, he let his hand brush TJ's slightly, turning to smile at his partner.
"Thanks for being so amazing." Ollie said, before laughing. "Sorry, that sounded so corny." He kicked out with his converse, sending a small rock tumbling into the gutter, however his thoughts of happiness were interrupted by the sound of screeching tyres approaching from the street. Instinctively, he stepped inwards slightly, giving TJ a slight push away from the road to ensure that whatever vehicle was about to speed past would be far away from them, but when he spotted the dark coloured van coming to a halt beside them, he felt a small spike in anxiety. Muggings were hardly uncommon around here, and Ollie certainly did not want to tempt fate by having them both become the victim to one tonight, but when the door of the van slid open and two masked men jumped out, he realised quickly that this was more than just a mugging.
Before he could say anything, one of the men grabbed him, hands roughly tugging his arms towards the van and his fight or flight instinct kicked in. Ollie began to kick out, struggling against the grip as he looked over towards his partner with wide eyes.
"TJ run!" He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, who these people were or why they were doing this, but he needed TJ far away from there. Without further warning, he felt a bag thrown over his head, stealing his line of sight to his partner, and he opened his mouth to shout for help, but there was then a sharp sting in his upper arm. He knew what would cause that kind of feeling and his stomach turned, continuing to struggle as he felt himself pulled further towards the van, and before he could do anything else, he felt himself slip into unconsciousness.















