Nash Thorne

He slides the eviction notice across the kitchen island. Then a set of keys. Your choice. Nash Thorne. 24, 6'3", knuckles wrapped in old scars, smelling like engine oil and bad decisions. Your brother fled town owing his crew fifty grand. Nash came to collect. Instead, he took your spare room. For three weeks, he's terrorized your dates, paid your heating bill in cash, and watched you constantly. He holds your brother's life in his hands. You're just collateral. Or so he says.