It was already the final round. The six previous rounds passed by quickly to the others' relief. There was only one more round left to go before they could go back to whatever they were doing before Seven summoned them on a whim. For Seven, the final round meant he had to make it more special than any of the other rounds before.

"I can't believe it's already the final round," Seven sighed, obviously displeased by this. "Such a tragedy! Either way, the show must go on. Will the final two people stand up?"

After hearing his words, you slowly stood up from your seat, your eyes wandering around the room in an attempt to see who your partner would be. A man with long, brown hair stood up rather begrudgingly. Vanderwood was definitely the least pleased about Seven tricking him into playing this game.

"Ooo, it's finally your time to shine, Ms. Vanderwood!" he exclaimed with a smirk.

"Don't make me tase you again," was his only reply.

"How rude! You're going to scare your partner!"

Despite what the mischievous redhead said, you weren't scared at all. You found their antics quite hilarious and even if Vanderwood wasn't joking when he threatened Seven like that, you weren't afraid of him. If anything he only intrigued you.

"So we just have to stay in the closet for seven minutes, correct?" Vanderwood questioned. He seemed overly wary being locked in a closet even for that short amount of time, but it was understandable considering his line of profession.

"Yup!"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Vanderwood quietly followed as Seven led the both of you to the closet. You stepped inside first with the mysterious, brown-haired man in pursuit. As soon as the door closed shut, the sound of it being locked made Vanderwood noticeably stiffen. His lack of trust in Seven was worrying.

"By the way, Mary Vanderwood!" Seven called from outside the door. "Since it's the last round, I want this to end well. I won't be letting you out until you and your partner do some interesting stuff in the closet!"

A blush immediately spread like a wildfire across your face. Although it was too dark to properly see, you knew the same could be said for the man in the closet with you. Perhaps it was a mixture of embarrassment and anger instead.

"Dammit!" he shouted, slamming his fist against the closet door.

"Have fun!"

You sat down on the ground and stayed quiet while waiting for Vanderwood to calm down. You were fine being locked in the closet for only seven minutes, but you couldn't tell if Seven was serious about keeping the two of you in there until he was satisfied.

"I'm sorry that you're trapped in here as well," Vanderwood apologized as he hovered over you.

"It's okay," you replied, giving him a small smile. "I don't really mind. I just hope we get out soon for your sake."

He scoffed. "He may be lazy and annoying, but he's a man of his word. I doubt he'll let us out of here until we do as he says."

His voice grew softer as he spoke the last part. It wasn't an outright question, but you understood what he was hinting at. He wasn't about to do anything to you, no matter what Seven threatened, without your permission first. He wouldn't hesitate to threaten Seven, but he had more class when it came to women.

You nodded. "Do whatever you need to."

Kneeling down in front of you, he slowly moved closer to you. He placed his hands on either side of your face before connecting his lips with yours. It was a soft kiss at first, but the two of you quickly got absorbed into it.

Your fingers tangled in his long, soft locks of hair as he maneuvered you so that you were now laying on your back with him on top of you. His lips moved in sync with yours in a perfect rhythm. His hands began to travel down your body as the kiss continued to deepen even further.

His tongue flicked across your lips in an attempt to ask for entrance. A smirk tugged at your lips as you playfully teased him by declining his request. He was far too impatient, though. His hands moved under your body and grabbed your ass, causing you to gasp in surprise from his sudden actions. He easily took advantage of that and slid his tongue into your mouth, easily being able to win the fight for dominance.

He didn't break this kiss until he noticed your body beginning to tremble slightly from the lack of oxygen. He pulled away only long enough for him to catch his breath before pressing his lips against your jaw. He left a trail of soft kisses across your jawline and all the way down to your neck. His lips marked every inch of your neck, only stopping every so often to bite and suck on the sensitive flesh, relishing the sound of your soft moans.

He wanted to keep kissing even further down your body, but he was stopped by the closet door swinging open. There stood Seven who looked rather pleased with the current situation that he so deviously helped arrange.

"Now that wasn't so hard, huh?" the red-haired man asked.

"No, it wasn't hard," Vanderwood responded breathlessly. "But now something else is."