three.

"Hey, Aira have you seen Luna anywhere? She's not answering my calls" Kai asked the young lady while continuing on trying to dial Luna's number, but to no avail, there's no answer

Aira knew where Luna is but hesitated. She has trusts on Luna's skills but she still can't shake off that uneasy feeling that she's been receiving for a while now

She fiddled with her fingers before opening her mouth to answer Kai's question, "Well...Uh... she went on a mission" her eyes shut tightly as soon as she said that

Kai slightly tilted his head to the side. From what he remembered, he didn't give Luna any mission to do. It was supposed to be her vacation! "Specify" he sternly ordered, not liking the expressions Aira's showing that she knows more

"Ahh...mmm a-a mission from the Union?" A tight smile spread across her face as she yelled numerous times in her head 'SORRY LUNA!'

He only stared at Aira before his face changed expressions. He's mad, mad.

I felt pain all over my body as I slowly opened my eyes. Unfortunately, I'm not dead and I'm currently locked in a room with chains on both of my wrists. The chains are securely connected to the headboard of the bed

The room... how should I put it, it's all crimson red.

Before I could even describe what this room made me feel like, the door which is a few meters in front of me, opened. The man, Felix, appeared and his face brightens up when he saw me

"You're awake" he says in korean with a smile on his face

He closed the door behind him and rested both of his hands at his back while he walked towards me. I kept my guard up. He looked around the room before speaking again, "I apologize for...the inconvenience. It's just a few months since I've arrived here so I didn't really had the time to build a proper prison."

He said while roaming his eyes around the lewd room until his gaze lands on me. He innocently smiled, "Nevertheless, please enjoy your stay here."

As expected of a guy who came from a family of assassins, poisons don't work on him. "Oh!" His eyes went slightly wide when he realized something, "I'm sorry! I forgot you were Italian...that's why you weren't responding to me" he released a slight chuckle

He's being sarcastic. He knows I understand him.

I knitted my eyebrows as I glared at him, "Funny, you can't recognize your fellow race. I'm utterly disappointed." I sarcastically stated. Two can play at this game

He faked a shocked expression and laughed. "I'll give it to ya, I never would've thought that only a woman assassin can lay a scratch on this beautiful existence of mine"

I scoffed. "I never would've thought you're a sexist" I grinned at him

He didn't throw me his comeback, but he only walked back and forth in the room as he pulled something from his pockets

A revolver

"This is my favorite game, care to join?" He stopped and looked at me, smiling. "Let's play Russian Roulette, shall we?"

His nickname does really suits him. He's a mad dog. A killer who takes pleasure in killing and a psycho who enjoys the thrill of torture, playing Russian Roulette together. Doesn't that sound sweet?

What a pair

I mentally rolled my eyes at the thought of it. I didn't reject Felix's offer because I know that even if I say no he would still continue with the game

He extending his hands and pointed the muzzle directly at my forehead, his thumb swiftly spun the cylinder of the revolver, "I'm not gonna ask you who sent you because I already know who it is"

he pulled the trigger, nothing.

"So there's no reason for keeping me alive then" I argued. He withdrew the gun, and pointed the gun at his head. He didn't answer me and pulled the trigger, nothing.

"Tie" he smiled and spin the cylinder for the second round. My heart was beating bat shit crazy like it's going to come out of my chest. He's a psycho for being so calm while doing this, not that I'm one to judge...

Because just like him, I'm enjoying this.

"Why are you keeping me?" I asked again. He went closer to me and pointed the revolver to my head, "That's simple" his face inches away from me, his warm breath hitting my face

"I'm keeping you because you're hot"

he pulled the trigger,

Nothing

"What kind of nonsense are you spewing right now?" I glared at him. He pulled himself back away from me and stood tall as he slid his unoccupied hand in his pocket and raised the revolver to his head

"I'm not the type to lie when I compliment someone" His playboy grin made me more desperate to punch him in the face, "but.." he continued and pointed the gun at his head again "Aside from being hot...I also kept you because I can see that we're very much alike"

"Alike?" I couldn't help but to roll my eyes

"Yes" he responded, "The only difference between us is that I'm a king," he pulled the tirgger, still nothing. He slowly raised the revovler to my head again and smiled

"and you're a pawn."

As he was about to pull the trigger, he redirected the gun to my side which shot down the vase on top of the drawer that's beside the bed I was currently at

I flinched when the revolver went off. My usual composed face was now replaced with fear as I watch the now broken vase in the corner of my eyes

That could've been me

He knew that the revolver was loaded when he pointed it at me. I don't know how he knows, but one thing's for sure...

He's definetely dangerous. The type of man that shouldn't be underestimated.

"Seeing as how you falter to a mere gunshot, I can tell you're not used to guns" he pulled out something from his pockets again. It was my dagger.

He carefully observed my expressions. This man had completely broken my "composed" barrier emotion that I've built throughout my whole life

He can now clearly see my facial expressions on how I want to badly snatch my dagger away from him, if not for these chains I would've already do so

He snickered at me and started to walk to the door, "Rest well" that's all he said before going out of the room

For the first time in my life, I felt fear and excitement at the same time.

(R.)
I seriously am not romanticizing these kind of things 💧👁👄👁💧