I put a spell on you - annie lennox

Sailor leans over the bathroom sink, applying her dark nude lipstick with precision. The worn-out mirror reflects her image at her, the dim lighting casting a soft glow over her features. She takes a deep breath, admiring the way the lipstick complements her skin tone and adds a touch of mystery to her already striking appearance.

The black satin dress she wears, clings to her curves in all the right places, the low-cut neckline leaving little to the imagination. It flows down to the floor in a graceful sweep, a single slit travelling up to her hip, teasingly revealing just a hint of skin. She runs her hands over the soft fabric, revelling in the feel of it against her skin.

Completing her look with a pair of black stiletto heels, Sailor feels a surge of confidence wash over her. The daring red bottoms add a pop of colour to her otherwise monochromatic ensemble, and she loves the way they make her feel powerful and in control. Stepping back from the mirror, Sailor takes a moment to admire her reflection.

She is the embodiment of both class and seduction, a femme fatale in the making. Her hair cascades down her back in loose waves, framing her face like a halo. Her eyes sparkle with mischief, and her full lips curve into a sly smile.

As Sailor runs her fingers through her hair, she catches a glimpse of him in the mirror. Rain is leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his lips. His piercing eyes lock onto hers as he nibbles his lip ring. His black shirt clings to his muscular frame, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the intricate tattoos that adorn his arms.

Normally clad in his baggy jeans and graphic tees, tonight he opts for black suit trousers that hug his lean frame perfectly. His chunky black boots, however, remain a constant, reminder of his rebellious nature that refuses to be tamed. Despite the air of sophistication that now envelops him, his wild and free spirit still shines through, a contrast that both irks and fascinates her.

Rain has a way of getting under her skin like no one else can. Their banter is constant, their teasing relentless, but beneath it all, there is a bond that runs deep. She can't help but admire his authenticity, his unwavering loyalty, and the unwavering confidence he exudes.

She can't deny his beauty, his effortless attractiveness that seems to radiate from him in waves. His presence commands attention, and she finds herself caught in a trance every time he walks into a room. She has seen beautiful men but his beauty is different; it is captivating, elusive, yet so profoundly real. She feels drawn to him in a way she can't quite understand.

As Sailor finishes up her makeup and turns to face him, Rain's smirk widens as he takes a step closer. His dark eyes sparkle mischievously as he reaches out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "How do I look?" She asks.

Rain feigns a pout and teases, "Like you're about to seduce another man."

Sailor rolls her eyes, but can't help but smile at his antics. "I'm not saying it again."

"It was worth a try." Rain jests with a wink.

"You're my best friend, now hype me up," Sailor insists, playfully nudging him.

Sky walks into the bathroom, looking slightly bewildered at the sight before him. "Oh, my, I'm deceased. You're Lilliath's favourite, she sculpted you with her very own hands. Men should worship the ground you walk on." He exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.

Sailor laughs, tossing her hair over her shoulder "Now that's how you do it. That's why he's my favourite."

Sky winks at Sailor. "You know it."

Zane appears in the bathroom doorway, his arms folded across his chest. "Well damn, girl," he exclaims, leaning against the door frame.

Sailor jumps in surprise. "Zi, what are you doing here?" She asks.

Aquarius peeks her head around the door frame."Think we'd let you put yourself in danger without us?" She queries, raising an eyebrow.

"Plus the safe house Lucas has got us in is disgusting, I needed to get out," Zane grumbles, running a hand through his hair.

Sailor laughs, shaking her head at his dramatics. "Yes because this is clearly the Ritz." She retorts sarcastically.

Sailor steps out of the bathroom, her gaze meeting those of Rebel, Storm, and Damien, who are waiting in the dimly lit hallway. "You guys shouldn't put yourselves in any more danger because of me," she begins, her voice filled with concern for her team.

Storm steps forward, his expression serious. "You're one of us. We protect each other," he attests, his voice firm and resolute.

Rebel nods in agreement, a look of determination on her face. "Your family and this weird, blended family fight every battle together," she states firmly.

Damien grins, his eyes sparkling with care. "Cross our hearts and hope to die, amor," he expresses, his tone lighthearted.

Sailor nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "Now let's go find out where that bastard Johnathan is hiding," she declares, her voice filled with determination.

TW: GUNS

maneater- nelly furtado

In the heart of the bustling club, where the music throbs and lights dance, there is a figure unlike any other. Sailor strides through the crowd with a poise that demands attention, her steps synchronised with the rhythm of the music. The pulsating lights cast intricate patterns on Sailor's glistening skin, her eyes sparkling like diamonds, reflecting the vibrant colours of the club.

With every sway of her hips, she exudes an aura of mystery that beckons all eyes to follow her path. Men and women alike find themselves captivated by her presence, unable to resist stealing glances in her direction. She moves with a confidence that seems to set her apart from the rest of the club's patrons.

It is as if she has a magnetic presence, a subtle power that makes it impossible for anyone to look away. She is not just a figure in the crowd but a goddess of the night, a siren calling to all who dare to dream. Each step she takes leaves a trail of whispered conversations and envious stares in her wake.

But as she makes her way through the crowded club, she is not alone. Her team watch her every move from the shadows, each one disguised to blend in with the crowd. Hiding in plain sight, Zane, Storm, and Rebel sit huddled at a nearby table, sipping on their drinks while keeping a careful watch on Sailor's every move. The trio skillfully blend into the crowd, their eyes never leaving her.

Meanwhile, Sky, Aquarius, and Damien seamlessly weave through the ocean of dancing bodies, their movements synchronized as they maintain a discreet perimeter around Sailor. Their presence is like a shadow, unseen yet ever-watchful, ensuring her safety without drawing unwanted attention.

And then there is Rain, sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand. His gaze never leaves Sailor, watching her with a mixture of adoration and protective instinct. His eyes reflect a depth of emotion that few can comprehend. He leans back in his chair with a hand casually resting on his concealed weapon, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.

Sailor sits confidently on a barstool, her presence commanding attention without uttering a single word. She orders a neat whiskey, her voice is soft but commanding attention nonetheless. As the bartender pours the drink, his hands move with practised precision, yet his eyes can't help but wander back to her.

Her long lashes flutter subtly, a hypnotic rhythm that captivates those who dare to look her way. Sailor's piercing gaze fixes on the amber liquid in her glass that is placed in front of her. The whiskey swirls like a dark storm, tempting her with its rich aroma. With a steady hand, she lifts the glass to her lips, taking a slow sip that seems to mesmerise all who watch.

A man in a sleek suit approaches, sliding his card onto the bar in front of her. "A beautiful woman should never pay for her drink," he assures smoothly, a charming smile playing on his lips.

Sailor glances at the man in the sleek suit with a sly smile playing on her lips."Well, who am I to turn down a generous offer?" she purrs, her voice dripping with seduction.

TW: DRUGS

the big bang - rock mafia

The man takes a seat next to Sailor, his eyes clearly drawn to her. "I must say, you have a certain aura about you," he remarks, trying to maintain his composure as he struggles to keep his eyes off her.

Sailor chuckles softly, the sound like a melody in the chaotic club. "And what aura would that be?" she teases, tilting her head slightly as she studies him with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

The man hesitates for a moment, then clears his throat before speaking. "A dangerous one, I would say. But also one that is undeniably alluring," he admits, his gaze flickering between her eyes and the drink in her hand.

Sailor raises an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. "You have a keen sense of observation. Tell me, what else do you notice about me?" she prompts, leaning in slightly as she waits for his answer.

The man takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "You have the look of someone who knows exactly what they want and is not afraid to go after it. Confidence exudes from every pore of your being, yet there is also a hint of mystery that makes you even more intriguing," he answers, his words laced with admiration.

Sailor smiles, pleased by his assessment. "You're a perceptive man, I'll give you that," she remarks, taking another sip of her whiskey as she continues to study him with a playful glint in her eye.

As the man extends his hand and introduces himself, Sailor's lips curl into a mischievous smile. "Arthur Maxwell and you are?"

"The fox has fallen into the trap," Sky's voice crackles in Sailor's earpiece.

"Well, seeing as you're so perceptive, why don't you tell me, handsome?" Sailor purrs softly, plucking a cherry from her drink and placing it seductively in her mouth. Arthur's eyes widen slightly, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features.

Arthur can't deny the allure of her, the way she seems to know exactly how to push his buttons and keep him on edge. She is a master at playing the seductress, using her charm and wit to disarm her target and gain the upper hand. But Arthur is no stranger to the world of espionage and intrigue.

He has seen his fair share of dangerous women and deadly situations, and he knows better than to let his guard down too easily. Behind his cool exterior, his mind is racing, trying to piece together the puzzle of who she really is and what her true intentions are.

"A woman of mystery, I see," he remarks, a smirk playing on his lips.

Placing a delicate hand on Arthur's thigh, Sailor leans in close, her eyes locking with his. "You look like a man who holds many secrets. A man with information that people would kill for," she hums.

Leaning closer to Sailor, Arthur traces his fingers up her thigh. "Many a person confides in me, so much so that most of it slips my mind. Maybe if we were to slip you out of your dress, it may jog my memory," he whispers, his voice husky with desire.

Unbeknownst to Sailor, Arthur sprinkles a powder into her drink but before he can revel in his deceit, a voice crackles through Sailor's earpiece. "Angel, watch out, he's done something to your drink," Rain's voice warns, a note of urgency in his tone.

Sailor's eyes widen in surprise as she quickly switches their drinks, a knowing smile dancing on her lips. "Mr. Maxwell, what do you say we take this somewhere more private and see just how many secrets I can make you spill?" Sailor whispers into Arthur's ear, her breath warm against his skin.

As Sailor takes a sip of her drink, Arthur's smile widens, unaware that the tables have turned into a game of deception and seduction. "Shall we?" he asks, taking her hand.

TW: MENTION OF SA, VIOLENCE, GUNS & DEATH

you should see me in a crown - billie eilish

Arthur leads Sailor down a maze of dark corridors and hidden alcoves. She stumbles briefly, playing into his game pretending to be disoriented as he guides her deeper into the shadows. Finally, they reach a dead-end, a dark alley hidden behind a crumbling wall. Sailor slumps slightly against the cold brick, the chill seeping through her thin dress.

She shivers, her breath coming out in white puffs in the frigid air. Arthur steps closer, the dim light casting strange shadows across his angular features. His demeanour changes, his smile turning sinister as he moves closer to her. Arthur's eyes gleam with excitement as he reaches out to touch her, his fingers brushing against the strap of her dress.

As Arthur begins to remove the strap, Sailor's eyes snap open, a gleeful smile spreading across her face. A cold barrel presses against the back of Arthur's head, making him freeze in place. He hears the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked, a sound that sends a shiver down his spine.

Sailor straightens up, her facade of vulnerability slipping away like a mask as she pulls her dress strap back up. Her eyes narrow, a look of disgust crossing her features. "Arthur Maxwell, I knew you were a slimy man. But drugging women and taking advantage of them, is a new low, even for you."

"How?" Arthur stammers, trying to gather his wits as his heart races in his chest.

"You were clever working out I was up to no good but you weren't clever enough to realise I'm not alone." Sailor states, her tone cold and unyielding.

"You see, behind you is Rain Ramoray. I know a man in your position knows exactly who that is. And you see, he's rather protective of me," Sailor smirks as she gestures behind him.

"And if you look to your left, you'll notice more Lobos. You have no way out," Sailor continues, her eyes glinting with a dangerous spark.

Arthur's gaze flickers to his left and his heart sinks as he sees Sky, Rebel, Storm, Aquarius, Zane, and Damien standing in a menacing line, blocking his only path to escape. Each member of the infamous Lobo gang is aiming their guns at him, their expressions cold and unforgiving.

He faces Sailor again, his voice filled with defiance that he knows is futile as he spits her name. "I'm more afraid of Johnathan than I ever will be of you.

"Wrong answer," Damien hisses coldly, his eyes glinting with malice as he raises his gun and fires a shot at Arthur's foot.

The pain is excruciating, searing through his body like a white-hot poker. Arthur crumples to the ground, clutching his bleeding wound in agony. Arthur has always seen himself as a smooth operator, a man who can charm his way out of any situation. But now, as he lies writhing in pain on the cold, dirty pavement, he realises just how wrong he has been.

Rain grabs him by the collar, hauling him up to his feet. He presses his gun against Arthur's temple, his gaze cold and unyielding. "She told you, you have information people would kill for," he growls, his tone brooking no argument.

all I need - radiohead

"Tell us where Johnathan is and we might let you live," Storm speaks up, his voice is cold and unyielding, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Emphasis on the might," Rebel adds with a smirk.

"We don't take kindly to men like you," Aquarius scoffs, her voice icy.

"The alternative is we hack your phone and get Johnathan's location from there. Once we do, we let him believe you gave it to us and let him decide your fate," Sky states calmly, his eyes never leaving Arthur's face.

Rain reaches into Arthur's pocket and pulls out his phone, his movements swift and efficient. "And you're aware Johnathan is much crueller than us. We'll make this quick, he won't show that mercy," he warns, his grip on the gun tightening.

"My passcode is 9362, he's under Hanna Jot. He texted me his location as I'm supposed to deliver him a package," Arthur confesses, his voice shaking with fear. He knows that his fate is sealed, whether he tells them the truth or not.

"And that is exactly?" Sailor inquires, her voice laced with curiosity.

"You," Arthur admits, his voice breaking.

Rain has heard enough, his grip tightens on his gun, his knuckles whitening against the metal as he locks eyes with Arthur. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulls the trigger, the deafening sound of the gunshot shattering the tense silence of the night.

Arthur crumples to the ground, his lifeless body hitting the pavement with a sickening thud. Blood begins to seep from the wound, pooling around his head. His eyes, once filled with arrogance and power, now stare lifelessly up at the dark and indifferent sky above.

"I'll call someone to clean up," Zane mutters, his voice devoid of emotion as he pulls out his phone. His fingers hover over the screen for a moment before he looks up at Rain.

"What address is on that message?" he asks, a hint of urgency creeping into his tone.

Rain unlocks the phone, clicking on the message. "63 Great North Road," he answers.

"Shit. Lucio is gone, Andrea found an address but it's different than the one we have," Zane shudders, his voice barely above a whisper, realisation dawning on him.

"He's been set up," Rain whispers, his blood running cold as he processes the gravity of the situation. His father, Lucio, is walking into a trap.