The Toy Master Series: Behind the Scenes

ONE-SHOT: Rhythmn of the Night

Words: 6186

Couple: Bryn Keller/Logan Thompson

Notes: Were you EXPECTING THIS MUAHAHA! This takes place between chapter 27 and chapter 28 of Broken Doll. When Bryn left for "reconnaissance" this is what he was doing lolz. I'm planning on writing a second part to this, an extension, because it doesn't really end where I ended it lol. I hope you're looking forward to it!

Ratings/Warnings: 18+, erotic, contains graphic sexual content, mentions of assault, fluff

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From the instant I first laid my eyes on Logan, I knew there was something different about him. Maybe it was the intensity in his dark green eyes, the way he could skulk around the rebellion without making a single sound, or how easily he'd handed my ass to me when we were sparring. The way he moved, the way he acted, was so calculated and thorough I assumed he had been a soldier from the special ops.

I knew next to nothing about him, but the more time I spent near him, training, on missions, or just sitting across the table from him, the more powerful my intrigue grew. I wanted to know more about him, I wanted to tear down his reservations until he was spilling all his secrets, although I admit that may prove difficult, considering he was completely mute.

I'd seen the scar on his throat before, by accident of course, before this last mission to the warehouses when I was told to retrieve Logan from his room so we could leave. I walked in on him getting dressed, black shirt hanging on his arms, hair a mess and eyes bleary from sleep. He didn't seem to comprehend my presence at first and just turned his head to squint at me, and I couldn't even speak as my eyes had locked with the ragged white scar crossing his throat, right under his chin, dragging crookedly along it until it dropped and seemed to cut over his sharp collar bone, stopping under his arm.

It had to be the worst scar I'd ever seen, and I was utterly stunned that he had survived it, but didn't voice my shock aloud. Instead I simply turned away, quickly informed him we were ready to depart when he was, and left.

After that mission, I started to follow him more with my eyes, my gaze occasionally dropping to the high turtle neck collar of his shirt that hid the mark from view. I wanted to know how he'd received his injury, how he managed to survive it, but asking would get me nowhere. I didn't understand his sign language, and he would probably get pissed off at me for asking and punch me.

So, I settled with watching him from a distance, which is how I happened upon him sneaking out of his room in the dead of night. I put myself just around the far corner when I heard his door open, peering around to see him step out with a coat on his shoulders and a bag in hand, quietly shutting his door before turning and walking quickly down the hall.

I followed, creeping along behind him until he'd left through a window, which I figured was odd until I realized he was probably doing something he shouldn't be doing. Obviously, I was going to follow him, slipping out the window and making sure I had a gun strapped to my thigh before hurrying to follow him.

His figure was a shadow under the moon, so it was a little unnerving to stalk him, wondering if he'd noticed me, or if he'd looked over his shoulder at all, because I couldn't tell. He was smart at least, bypassing all the cars and instead settling for walking, as it was the stealthiest way to sneak out of the rebellion.

I stayed a good few yards behind him until we reached one of the outposts, a ghost town with dusty buildings, charred foundations with piles of rubble, and dust devils swirling over the gravel that crunched under both our feet. Logan suddenly paused, and I froze up to keep myself from making noise by stepping down onto the loose ground.