As Katsuro had recruited Akito, he already knew about the newbie's big potential. Isamu had used the youngster's talents to form him into a hot- blooded, cold- hearted combat machine. If it weren't for his short temper, the boy would be able to fight on even higher levels.

The training had been rough. Broken noses, broken pride, external and internal bleeding. Weeks without daylight. Days without sustenance. Several hours without sleep. But all the sweat and blood had been worth it,and now he was one of the four most important underlings among the hundreds of men Katsuro commanded through the underground. A thing that was especially important to the leader, while training his favorites, was that their capability to attack and defend existed no matter the circumstances, no matter under what conditions. That included fighting in enchained positions, fighting while being severely wounded, and fighting in complete murkiness.

Right now, Akito was surrounded by darkness. But that didn't restrict his abilities in the slightest of way. He sensed the corners of the narrow room. He heard the female's uneven breathing. He strove forward, as silent as an owl's wing beat. The redhead knew, his prey was mere meters away from him, and he knew the direction in which it tried to escape. The scent of her sweat and the iron smell of blood gave away her location. He reached out his arm, exactly aware of her position, prepared to grasp her as he lashed forward- And would have caught her, if it weren't for the brief sensation that stroke his back. Irritated, he flung around. With cautious steps, he followed the direction the touch had emerged from. Suddenly, something solid hit his head with a dull noise, causing himto let out a hiss of surprise and pain. A second one followed, yet again from another course, playing with his orientation. A bang thundered through the quarters as another item collided with the iron door.

[y/n] had shoved herself in the corner, squatting on her mattress. Firstly, the mat underneath swallowed every sound she made and secondly, in this place her attacker at least couldn't surprise her from behind. Her heart banged inside her chest, probably loud enough for him to hear. Blindly fumbling through the darkness in search for something handy,her hand closed around an uneven orb. She remembered the different things Katsuro had once placed into the cell, among them old books and sweet apples. These now finally came to a use. One after one, she sent the fruits and literature flying through the blackness, purposely aiming at different angles. She had absolutely no clue where her aggressor was hidden. A thunder banged through the room as the missile hit resistance. Now knowing the location of the metal door, the girl proceeded to throw the items in the same course. Echo after echo boomed through the basement. If the captive was lucky enough, someone would find her before the redhead did. This presupposed that the noises weren't simply ignored.

[y/n]'s fingers traced the surrounding. Each second in which silence filled the atmosphere, with only her own, flat panting to be heard, she feared to be spotted. The trepidation in her veins reached a new maximum as she had to realize that there was no other object in her reach. Suppressing a sharp exhale, she shoved herself against the wall, holding her breath as she eavesdropped into the darkness. She heard nothing. She saw nothing. But she sensed something: A shifting on the mattress, mere inches next to her.

"Got you~"

The shriek of terror got suffocated by the big palm pressing on her mouth. The female began to strike out for her invisible opponent- Her wrist being caught mid air. A sharp pain rushed up to her shoulder as her arm became twisted on her back. Soon after, her ankles were kicked hardly, sweeping her off her feet. She landed on the soft bed. The attacker on top of her. And she needed no light to know that his lips hovered right next to her ear.

His warm tidal air traced her skin, his scent crawled into her nose. For amoment, that seemed endless to the trapped girl, nothing happened at all. The adrenaline rushing through her veins kept her tired muscles in tension and her strained mind sane. Not being able to fight did not mean to be helpless. [y/n] had yet another ace up her sleeves.

With a smug smirk of dominance, the male held the captive down. Akito's feeling of triumph didn't emerge from a victory in a serious fight- he knew from the first second, it would only be a matter of time until he would find the girl- but rather from having someone who refused to acknowledge his power under his mercy. "Where is your cocky smile now, huh?" He teased. He only earned a groan as answer. The redhead was aware of the ache he caused, yet remained careful to not actually break something. As soon as she would admit to his superiority, he planned on freeing her anyway. The whole act was simply meant to teach her a lesson, a lesson about not challenging an opponent whose strength she couldn't asses. But things changed when he became aware of the stifled sobs underneath him.

"A- Akito...Please, you're hurting me..."

The voice was shaky and weak, almost a mere whimper. The boy furrowed his scarlet brows. He had been told quiet often that he didn't own a rational self- rating of his physical force. With narrowed eyes of mistrust,he eventually adjusted his grip, yet without releasing her.

"It's so warm, Akito...Please, get..." [y/n]'s breathing now faded into an uneven panting. "...off me..."

Without being able to do anything against it, the male sensed the blood rushing to his cheeks. The body he leaned on began to squirm. Not jumpily enough to count it as an escape- attempt; rather as if she wanted to change her posture. Now irritated by her acting, Akito slowly let go of her arm yet stayed above her- Only to perceive how the female had rolled on her back. Their faces could only be a hand-breadth apart. He sensed her gasps on his lips- Delicate yet torrid, like little clouds of smoke. Eventually, the redhead became fully aware of their position. It was dark, and the girl had given herself up to his control. She lied underneath him. Defenseless. Gently, barely perceptible, her chest brushed his own whenever her thorax lifted.Hazardous images started to form in the back of his head, moved closer while bringing a feeling of tingling discomfort to his nerves.

As quietness engulfed the pair, [y/n] hoped he had taken the bait. Her hands were freed, she could stir with a little more ease, and the boy hadn't made a move for some really long seconds now. This was her chance.

With all her might, she yanked her knee up, and at the same time, twisted around.She hit the male's solid torso, forcefully. The small moment where he was distracted by the sudden attack, was enough for her to roll down from the bed, jump on her feet and make a sprint towards the opposite wall. A deep growl sent shivers down her spine. Her fingers dashed along the mural.

Suddenly, light flooded the room, shortly taking her sense of seeing. The girl eventually gaped at a raging Akito. He wheezed with such burning furry, she almost believed to see steam coming from his nostrils. His eyes glowed bright like the sun. With clenched fists, he began to approximate her. "You little..."

The boy did not manage to finish his sentence, as in the very same moment, the door abruptly flung open. The lass winced at the sudden disturbance, jumping backwards before the metal could hit her head.

Isamu appeared in the frame, glowering down at her. "What's with all this noise?"

The captive and the redhead exchange some brief glances. None of them seemed willing to induct the man, as consequences in whatever kind of way were surely to be expected. Yet [y/n] couldn't help to release a grave sigh of relief. It was the first time she was actually somewhat eased to see the annoyed ravenhead. "Nothing." She finally huffed out. "Akito was just bringing me this kind, little gift from Katsuro" Innocently, she smiled up at him.

The addressed male's focus wandered from her chaste [e/c] orbs to the wheezing boy in the room's corner, who clutched his stomach while getting on his wobbly legs. With a nagging suspicion, Isamu narrowed his eyes and examined the scene more carefully. Akito was just getting up from the disheveled bed, still panting, his black shirt hanging loosely from his shoulder. On the girl's forehead, a thin layer of sweat glistened; her [h/c] hair standing up to all sides, none of her clothes in their proper position. "...I hope we're talking about the same present here" he eventually spat out.

The captive raised a brow in confusion. But before she could question his thoughts, Akito came stomping past her. He stopped just early enough in front of the man to prevent their forms from colliding, his shoulder touching the other's upper arm. With a piercing gaze, he glared up at the taller member. "Don't worry" he hissed. "As if I'd ever touch that brat"

With those words, the redhead departed.

[y/n] remained on her spot, not really sure how to sort in the scene. Isamu glanced back at her. "So, uhh..." She scratched the back of her head, uncomfortable under his watch, and glanced towards the box."You can tell Katsuro that I really appreciate it, but... he can take it back"

The dark haired male kept a stern peer on her. His expression showed as much emotions as a stone. She felt like the gravity in the room had increased, making it somehow painful for her to keep her chin up and hold eye contact. Her focus traveled to different spots on the floor, across smashed apples and ripped books. The quietness continued, drilling a hole into her stomach, and the man still stared her into the ground.

"I really don't need it" she carefully whispered out, afraid her denial could escalate one more time. Yet his persisting presence intimidated her even more. "The things are way too expensive for me, and beside of that, I don't think it would suit me-"

"If it wouldn't suit you, Katsuro hadn't bought it"

[y/n] was taken aback by his sudden raising of voice. She glimpsed up at Isamu.His mien was still firm, yet not that lifeless anymore. She pondered on whether it was a good idea to keep up the refusal, but she couldn't imagine a thing that could ever make her touch the clothes. Not to mention wear them. Is he really expecting me to...? Why would he? For what gain?

"Isamu, why did he even give this to me?"

His ash gray orbs straitened again, before the right corner of his mouth slyly pulled upwards. "Why don't you go ask him yourself?"

Alone the thought of his offer made her shudder. She promptly took a step backwards. But just as she was about to dismiss, in the back of her head, another voice popped up: Wasn't this an ideal opportunity to lure some information?

"W-Well..."She tried to keep the insecurity on her features, not letting her hidden agenda shine through. "I wouldn't hurt to show some gratitude I guess..."

Isamu's lack of reaction made her doubt her cogency. But still, he moved to the side and granted her to exit. With his leery gaze piercing the back of her neck, the female made her way down the corridor.

She stood in front of the giant double doors, clenching her fists while intently staring at the luxurious material. With every pace she had taken along the hallway, the newly gained confidence in her chest died down like a sparkler on a birthday cake. Now that she had actually arrived, it was nothing more than a vague gleaming. Pulling in a deep inhale, she eventually lifted her hand and knocked.

"Come in."

Even though an answer was expected, the deep vocals still slightly startled her. She had no idea how to actually face the man- But figured it would be much more to her advantage to hide the sickening feeling in her guts. The doors fell shut behind her with an echoing bang.

Katsuro didn't pay much attention to his visitor. He had leaned back in his seat, his crossed legs resting on the desk. A cigarette exhaled swirling clouds around his head, a pejorative gaze focused on a document in his hand. Indecisively, [y/n] remained in her distance. Yet cringed as his chartreuse hues suddenly shot up at her.

His eyes captivated her being in the second she returned the contact. She was not unaware that her plan could have consequences. But now that she actuallyhad his loaded focus on her, like wearing a target on her forehead, she regretted it all over. However, there was no turning back. The blond took his feet down, brought his body in an upright posture and smiled at her. "What a pleasure to see you, [y/n]. Did you get my little present?"

Her brow twitched. She hammered her teeth into her lower lip, sensing how her tongue started to pulse from all the words of fury she wanted to throw at his visage. "Y- Yes" she eventually stammered, hoping her control wouldn't slip. What she started to doubt as his smirk grew more testing while she continued. "I was really, uh, surprised. I'd like to know, how did I deserve this kindness?"

The man observed her, blowing dancing smoke into the air. "You are a highly appreciated guest, and I can't stand the sight of something as sweet as you running around in those rags. You might be tough, but you're a lady after all, aren't you?"

The veins in her neck thickened. With every word he spoke, it became harder for the female to keep her composure. The term he had used to refer to her position- 'guest'- let her interior flare up like a dartingflame. She clenched her fingers into the hems of her insulted clothing. For a second, her mind skipped to Shiro: She knew the outfit belonged most likely to him, and asked herself how he would react by hearing his boss' opinion on his fashion taste. "Well, the pieces are truly... nice. I wouldn't say it matches the kind of clothes I would prefer right now, but still, I really appreciate your kindness" Whereas [y/n] forced a smile to her visage, she couldn't fight the sarcasm dripping from her lips.

Katsuro eyed her with a mix of curiosity and glee. There was no denying possible- The male was fully aware of her thoughts. Which led the girl closer to the assumption that his gift's purpose was merely to tease her sanity: Offering her unreachable objects she had truly longed for in her daily life; only to receive them as a prisoner, by a person that was on the list of her most hated people. And on top of that, in a context where she couldn't make use of it at all. Firm combat boots, a flexible jeans, a fitting shirt- That was the clothing she would favor right now.

The leader lifted himself of his seat, suffocating the shrinking cigarette in a nash tray. Somehow, even this trivial and usual gesture seemed unnecessary cruel when performed by him. He stepped around his desk, allowing her to take him into full vision: Again, he was dressed in an elegant dark suit, his hands hidden in leather gloves. He examined his visitor from head to toe. "Don't look at me like that, my dear. I simply want you to feel comfortable." His voice was innocent like the devil's. "I told you, as long as you'll behave, we won't harm you- or at least keep it to a minimum. Behave, and I'll make your time here as pleasant as possible" With every word he spoke, he had paced a step forward.

[y/n] felt her blood boil, rushing like lava through her flesh. She tried to fight against the poison that leaked from his vocals into her mind. "Katsuro... Are you trying to silence me with that?"

"Which reminds me- You still haven't answered my offer, my love"

At first, his inviting reminder hit nothing but emptiness in her recollection.[y/n] furrowed her brows: She felt uncomfortable with obviously not knowing what the man was hitting at, and at the same time, anxiety about her nescience's disadvantage bubbled up. But suddenly, something tucked on her brain- An not elapsed yet buried memory pushed its way out.

Why don't you just join us?

She clenched her teeth, yet a low growl escaped her lungs. Katsuro grinned knowingly.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you" she hissed, her orbs throwing daggers. "But I have no interest of joining my kidnappers' lil' gang of wannabe- gangsters"

The blond's gleaming eyes sauntered up and down her being, his mien not losing one touch of its complacency. Eventually, he sighed. "What a shame.I really had some trust in you"

The captive instantly tensed up as he did another step forward. Every muscle ofher body got strained to the point where she sensed her skin being teared apart. But the male kept striding towards her, with calm, yet secure steps, as if all the world's time followed his command. Bitterly certain that the girl would make no move to oppose him, and as if that thought alone was enough to make it happen. She wanted to keep her stance, keep her countenance, resist the force that surrounded him like an aura. But her feet made unconscious paces backwards, and it was beyond her recognition until her back hit a book shelve, one piece falling out and landing to her side with a dull sound. And yet, Katsuro inched closer. By now, the smirk was gone. A dark shadow had taken its place.

She winced, shortly pressing her lids shut as his arms landed beside her, trapping her between him and the rack. Expensive perfume kissed her nose, something with hyacinths and fir, attempting to cover a faint smell of forgotten black powder. She wanted to gulp down the lump congesting her windpipe, yet all hydration had left her mouth.

The man leaned in, his rugged features hovering next to her. "You know, I'm quiet aware what you are capable of..." his voice was a whisper; dark, threatening, and at the same time... alluring. "I've seen you hunting. Stealing. Fighting. In fear and frustration, and yet you keep your guard up, along with that unnerving yet fascinating attitude of yours"

[y/n] stared at his chest, wishing her gaze could just stab right through it. The shirt she clenched onto got drenched her cold sweat. Every stimulus around her just as the reactions within her had vanished into non-existence. All she perceived were the leader's words alone. He seemed to be discontent by her lack of contact- His fingers stroke beyond her chin, gently yet coercively pushing it upwards, levelingher [e/c] hues with his. A color that truly pleased him, especially with the sparkling fear and glowing wrath inside.

"You have potential. And I can turn it into competence" His left hand wandered from the mural to her hair. Curling a [h/c] strand around his finger, before brushing along her jawline and downwards, eventually resting on her waist. The captive's heart hammered usurpingly enough she expected it to burst out and smack against his neat suit, where it would leave a disgusting dark stain. He continued. "You would be a magnificent gain for my 'little gang'. And in return..."

His palm crept to her lower back, pulling her to his torso, the other hand caressing her cheek, the touch light as a feather. Lime green eyes burning deep into her frozen soul. "...I offer you endless safety. A warm place to stay. Hot meals, whatever, whenever you want. And any kind of clothing you wish for" He spoke the last sentence with a derisive smile, almost laughing.

[y/n]'s body refused any control. All her occupied mind allowed her to do was glare at him, while the words entered and conquered her cogitations. Flashbacks of the bygone moths built up like a wave, crashed down onher consciousness and swept her back into the memories. She saw herself swaying above the ground, gazing into a broad and depraved grin while the guy's fingers squashed her throat. Endless safety. She pictured the last winter, clutching her quivering body underneath the bridge she had found shelter at, the night wind pulling on her skin. A warm place to stay. Nagging hunger drained her form whenever she had no luck selling or stealing. Hot meals, whatever, whenever you want.

She closed her lids, allowing the stabbing sensation of betraying avowal to take over her being. The strength to fight the truth, that his offer was much to her advantage, had abandoned her nerves and spirit and left her in a state of hollow defeat. Something wet, hot glided down the side of her face.

Katsuro observed the female's absent expression with silenced satisfaction. His finger gently wiped away the single tear straying downwards. He pulled her closer, holding her numb form in his embrace like protecting a frightened child, his palm gliding down her soft [h/c] hair. All of a sudden, two fists were thundered against his front, pushing him a step backwards and releasing his arms around the captive. She glared up at him, fury and confusion flickering in her hues. She bared her teeth. "Don't you dare to touch me."

For a moment, the man gave her a gaze as dead and deserted as a graveyard. But soon after, an elated chuckle vibrated from his lungs. "I guess you've made up your mind, haven't you?"

[y/n] chewed on her lips. Her torso lifted and lowered irregular. Everything within her refused to speak the answer that was chiseled on her tongue. But she had already decided. The time he thought to have her mentality under control, her strained brain had actually calculated and analyzed any possibility and advantage her new status would bringher: Mobility. Equality. Liberty. Under the condition that she played it right, of course.

"Fine" she finally hissed. "I'll join you"

The female huddled on her mattress, hugging her knees close to her chest. Her empty stomach was not satisfied with the two slices of bread Isamu had prepared for her, and her eyelids begged her to finally be closed. The exhaustion and ache wrenched on her limbs. She had seen Akito and Shiro preparing to get their rest as she went back to her cell, and the clock verified her assumption that it was already deepest morning again. Somewhere above, the sun had kissed the earth awake long ago, adults hurrying to their jobs and teenagers ambling to school. But still, [y/n] couldn't even think of sleeping.

She eventually distracted herself with cleaning up the applesauce from the ground and some half- successful push ups, until the noises from behind the barrier had fully died down. She waited one additional hour to have assurance on her side. No one had noticed how the door was only left ajar. Since she had gone into her quarters without needing an instigation, they probably saw no necessity to further check on her.

Quietly, slowly, she pushed the exit open, peering into the living room. The lights were out, and with that it was impossible to say whether someone was present or not. Akito flashed trough her mind. She eavesdropped into the darkness, holding her breath. But the only audible sounds was the clock's ticking. She glided across the floor and down the hallway, the soft carpet snuggling into her naked feet. Just like a few nights ago, she tiptoed past the doors to her sides: Two on her left, three on her right, the middle one as the entrance for the bathroom. She had previously seen how Shiro had skipped through the first on the left, leading her to the vague assumption it kept his personal chambers. Putting the hypothetical case of this to be true, she allocated the remaining three barriers with others of the household's members. While she carefully proceeded, she pondered on the rooms she knew about- Which were the office, the training hall and the mysterious red lounge- like quarters she once had visited with Isamu. Leaving the space of one of the five males unknown toher.

[y/n] stood in front of the giant painting, its golden frame gleaming daringly in the dim twilight. She heard the small wheels in her brain rattling. If it was true that each one of the members had an own chamber, there had to exist two additional quarters somewhere. Meaning there was a region in the basement she was not aware of yet. A region that might hold a way out. ...And when I belong to your gang, I should be able to go wherever I want, right...?

Once again, she glared at the ebony double- door. Her finger traced along the costly wood, purposely dragging her nail into the surface and leaving lines of anger. The moment her hand unconsciously wandered to the handle, touched the cold metal, a bucket of flashbacks got kicked over and flushed her mind. There was the door. The door between two shelves, only visible if one stood at the leader's desk and faced the opposite wall. She remembered how she had felt in that moment, as had she spotted another exit from the working quarters. The hope, the fear, the joy- it shivered through her system all again as if she actually relived the seconds. And than, the hand on her shoulder. Isamu and Katsuro behind her. Her guts became heavy as the female imagined how they had lurked in the darkness, waiting- expecting-her.

But not now. You have nothing to lose anyway. She inhaled deeply, shaking her body to release all the pricking sensations lingering on her. Determined, convinced, she pressed down on the handle.

As she entered the room, with closed eyes, clenched fists and a hitched gasp, she felt like passing through the gates of hell. Her only visible companion was the ever so endless somberness.

For a few tensed heartbeats, she listened to the nothingness. A whispering coldness embraced her, but she couldn't tell whether her tenseness toyed with her perception or if the room's temperature was lower for real. Her twitchy gaze jumped trough the darkness, despiteof the conscience about its inefficacy. Her longed for destination was only mere paces away from her quivering legs. Attentively, charily, each step shooting electric pain up her knees like stepping through a field of shards, she let her inner compass guide her in the supposed direction, her hand wandering along the shelve to search for its end. She sharply in- and slowly exhaled as her fingers extended into nought, only to grasp the cool handle soon after.

And in the moment the courage finally overran her, the knob moved on itself.

Someone was about to come in.

Without letting her brain even finish the thought, [y/n] made a jump backwards, darted through the exit where she violently banged her shoulder against the wood, and rushed down the corridor. Her blood thundered in her veins, her feet accelerated beyond her deliberate addition. In a matter of some sparse seconds she reached the hallway's middle part, caught a hold of the bathroom door, ripped it open with such speed it almost swept her away, heaving herself inside and slamming the entrance shut, throwing herself against it.

There she stood, panting, gasping for oxygen, her mind a swirling mess. The female couldn't estimate whether she had been seen or not. But she was sure she had been heard. A sudden realization hit her merciless like a bullet from behind. If they assume I was creeping around,t here are surely gonna check the cell now.

Pressing her lips together to keep the wheezing inaudible, she pushed her ear against the door. She waited for the footsteps, for hurrying, angry and stomping footsteps, to pass by. She waited for the squeaking of the metal door, and for a booming, alarmed voice to announce her disappearance. But the minutes passed by, and her hearing picked upon nothing but her own bodily functions. There were no footsteps, no squeaking, and no booming voice.

„F**k" she eventually spat out. Her hands glided through her [h/c] hair, tousled from the sprint and sticky by her sweat. Inside of the captive, two contrary emotions battled against each other: The light relieve of obviously not being caught, and the heavy spleen of failing in the very last blink. She dragged herself over to the sink, splashing cold water to her warmed face. She glared at her reflection in the mirror, drilling the girl on the other side with a gaze of fury and chagrin. So close. So damn close.

Now, [y/n] had two options: To either stay in the bathroom, for an hour at a minimum and sound out the situation again then; or to trot back into the cell, get the sleep she desperately needed and try her forsaken luck another time. She eventually wiped her face and decided for a mix of both- To go back to her bed and get some rest, yet leaving the door parted to return to the office later the day. She silently opened the bath's exit, warily peering out to check for any trace of human presence. Assuming she was safe for now, [y/n] slipped trough the frame and crept back to the living room- Where she spotted a tall figure, leaning against the wall next to the cell's entrance. The light from its inside threw a daunting shadow on the boy's face, and donated just enough brightness to make his cyan eyes glow.

A shiver ran down her spine. Her feet stopped in the same instant as her heart. "Yasu" she quietly called out, her voice raspy and trembling.

"Who let you out"

The question came sudden enough to make the female wince. But it was not only that; it was also the warning, grueling undertone that resonated with it.

"I- I was just using the bathroom..."

"Who. Let. You. Out."

The rest of her sentence froze in her throat, and she ponderously gulped it down.The male had taken a step forward. A wide step. Even though she did not hear his vocals that often, she was surprised- or rather shocked- about the frigid force his usually quiet tongue put into the words. Then as well she realized how loud he was speaking, either not caring about his partners' sleep or purposely intending to interrupt it.

The girl could tell he wanted an answer, and his feet impatiently striving towards her showed he wanted it now. "Shiro" she whispered. "Shiro had let me out"

Yasu now stood in front of her, glowering down with a wintry deadness in his orbs. While he seemed to ponder on her response, she remembered their latest encounter. And how he had just shut that door on her, abandoning her to her fate with that lethal redhead. Even though the two of them had no closer relationship and it truly could not be asked of him to care about her well-being, the lass perceived how she grew somehow mad on him. It was that type of anger mixed with disappointment you had for a friend who just ditched you to run after her lover, a sensation of deception because you did not expect it. Guided by her ridiculous thoughts, [y/n] huffed out. The blue haired boy arched a brow, his lips still a thin line of displeasure. He took another pace forward, with such impact, the female had no space to react, and in an attempt to regain her distance, she stumbled backwards and landed on her bottom.

With widened eyes, she watched how the male did not stop his tracks. She could only crawl backwards, like a frightened puppy, until her spine hit the solid yet soft backside of the couch. Yasu crouched down mere inches away, their legs touching.

"I am only gonna ask you one more time. Who let you out, [y/n]?"

The addressed girl gritted her teeth, pulling her chin to her chest. "I already told you-"

"No. It wa snot Shiro. And it was not me, not Akito, and it was neither Isamu nor the boss. So, tell me, [y/n], who else could it be?"

She gazed into the depths of his icy hues. Her brain cells frantically searched for a way to free her from the situation, but her strained fight- or-flight instincts clouded her consciousness. "Oh? And how would you know?" She attempted to sound tough and earnest, but the boy seemed far from being impressed.

"Because I am on watch. Should you have called or knocked, it would be me to let you out"

She did not know how to counter. And she did not know because there was no option. I'm screwed.

The member silently studied her troubled face. He then directed his focus to the ground, sighed. As he looked up again, he wore a furtive sparkle in his bright blue eyes. "How about this" -he paused to make sure the captive attentively listened, collecting his breath for the next part- "you kiss me, and we will just forget about this"