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“Hi this is Katy Reeves, and today police still have not given us an update on identifying said body that was just found yesterday in a gruesome attack in an empty alleyway.”

“Reports say that the body was first found on the ground around two in the morning, when a group of young high school skaters were on their way back home after being late out at night.” 

“But an anonymous witness that reported soon later after seeing our first broadcast, sent police a photo of what seems to be the body pinned onto this same concrete wall, with knives deep into their shoulders holding the body up against the wall.

 With smeared writing from the same victim reading the words ‘For’ abbreviated in the number 4 and the letter ‘U.’ 

Allegedly this victim was a close friend. What police are trying to understand is that when arriving at the scene after reports from the boys, there were no traces of blood on the wall nor any weapons found. 

But the same wounds… still in place.”

”Lets go over to Harold, to see a closer view of the current scene and what the skater boys have to say. Harold we’ll go over to you-“

You turn the TV off, you don't want to remember what the place even looks like. 

Currently, you were staying over at your other friend's house.  You're too scared to go back to your old apartment. Afraid that if the psychopath found out who you were, you'd be a danger too…

Looking over at the clock you see the time. It reads a quarter before three. “Shit…” You had almost forgotten that you had a meeting with a police detective today, even though they did tell you to try coming in early. 

Grabbing a black coat you had hanging on the edge of your bed, in an attempt to keep your identity hidden. ’Who knows who could be out there…’

Once you had arrived at the station, you made sure to check around to see if anyone had seemed suspicious. 

Walking inside you see the amount of people waiting around in the main lobby, knowing you were probably gonna be here a long time. In search for an open seat you hear someone call out your name 

“Y/n?” Turning your head over, you see a man in a dark brown suit right behind a guarded door. “Ah, there you are… I need you to come with me.” He motions his hand asking you to come along, while he holds the door open.

You walk inside, going through many rooms only to end up in a hallway with many doors. 

“-Please I'm begging you. You need to find out what happened to my son!!” The voice of an elderly woman can be heard from across. She catches your attention, holding a picture in her frail hands as she pleads to a trio of officers. 

She seemed on the verge of completely breaking down and crying. 

Slowly, you walk away but not taking big strides in your steps. “Joe, go unlock that room. Take her to room #12 and write down what she has to say.” One officer is seen telling another. as he pats his shoulder.

As you're walking, you try to get a glimpse of her ‘son’ in the photo. Almost breaking your neck in an attempt to see at least the face… “Y/n, over here!!” Cut off by another voice, the man you were supposed to follow directs you to enter the investigation room. 

He sits down in his chair, adjusting himself. ”Have a seat… Care for a water?” Shaking your head, you reject politely. “No, thank you.” You take a seat down in the chair in front of the small desk, scooting away a bit as the sun hits your face. 

“Detective Adam Freeman by the way.” He takes his hands and shakes it, kind of feeling awkward. 

“Do you know why you're here today Y/n, L/n?” He says as he's seen pulling out a small yellow paper lined notebook and a pen.

“Uhm… It's about the photo I sent the other day.” 

“Correct. Now, my team needs you to try to remember all the details possible as this might help with another case we have going on. So any information helps” He rests his arm on his desk waiting for you to speak, the pen in his other hand. Ready to jot down anything

“Oh uhm… I guess I have some things…” He nods, ready to hear anything and everything “Good. But first, what were you doing before this incident?”   You pause for a moment, staring right into nothingness.

“Well, I had gone to the grocery store earlier. Got stuff like fruits, needed a lighter for a candle and I-“ He picks up the pen and begins to write something on the paper. Shit did you say something wrong? “And…I left the store with just those things…” 

“What time did you arrive back home?” “Around 9 o'clock.” 

“Was there anything weird on your way back home?” You shake your head. 

“What about…any weird things happening before all of this?” 

Your eyes slowly jart up to meet his. “Bingo!” 

“Tell me about it Y/n… This is the place for you.” 

You swallow a bit before speaking…Knowing he would still hear the nervousness in your voice either way. “Well, I would see strange things around my apartment. Like… I would leave my laptop open but sometimes returning back it would be closed and in a different place”

“…Chores around the house mostly. My plants would be freshly watered, dishes would be clean, stuff like that.” 

His gaze on you continued, waiting for more to pour more out. But the way his contact with you… seemed heavy. And made you more curious as to whom this information could be referred to. 

“You know…This thing that keeps me up at night… I had a feeling someone would enter my house and leave before I would wake up in the middle of the night.”

“I always used to find small scraps of paper notes around, I have a feeling someone actually might be. I always try to reassure myself that isn't the case but- I just can't anymore.” 

He begins to jot down some more stuff on the paper, only hearing the smooth sound of the pen sliding across the paper. “Any bruises?” You shake your head. “Diagnosed medical conditions?” “No” 

“Where do you currently reside?” “I'm with another friend right now.” ”Any description of the man regarding your friend's death?” A slow nod 

He picks up his pen again, eager to hear more about your story. ”Whenever you're ready.”     

“He looked tall… I saw him wear all black clothing…I know it's not very helpful but it's all I know.” 

“Hm… I'm not really seeing any pattern here then…”

He sighs a bit before he crosses his arms and leans back on his chair.

”That’s okay though. I'll just set your report as a separate case. “

He rips the paper out of the notebook and begins to tidy up a bit. Handing you the white paper copy that was underneath the yellow one. “Don't lose that alright. Now… give me just a second.” 

From below he pulls out a bunch of stuff from underneath his desk alongside a grey silver folder. 

He places a medium sized box on top of the desk and takes a quick look. Making sure it's the right one.  

As he opens the inside of the grey folder, you notice the dozens if not  tens of polaroids, including a bunch of written documents that all seem to all have a small white square box on the top right corner with the fingerprints of certain people.. 

Heating the ruffling sound of the bags, he pulls out three specific bags. Eyes widening when you catch a glimpse of what's inside one of them.. 

“Alrighty’…Here we got these.”

He sets them down in a coordinated order, making sure they can be seen without being opened

“Please be aware any material cannot be taken out of this room, or even spoken of. In an attempt to do so, this room is being recorded and so is this conversation. This is also for the sake of our public's safety” His voice lowers down “… and your safety.” 

You nod, and he begins to go from left to right with the contents.

Still turning your head around the room trying to figure out where the recording device may be…

“Okay, do you recognize this?”

  “It's just a common pen with blue ink leaking everywhere?” He turns the bag to the side to further examine “Anything else?” 

”Theres- theres a jagged piece right there.”

“And this! This was found in the small pocket of their shirt. Right on top of their heart.” He says as he motions with his hands a stabbing object right into his chest, not helping much.

That must mean the death wasn't directly from injury, but maybe toxic chemicals from a pen?

He sets that one aside and brings out the one on the far right side of the desk “We’ll ignore that one for now, I'm assuming this one concerns you the most.”  He chokes out the last part out

”Yeah-Yeah, because it's mine.” “This retractable knife?” He grabs the bag from the sides bringing it up to you, waiting for an answer. 

”Yeah it's mine. They said they needed one because they were going to be late out at night in the downtown region.” Shaking your head relentlessly trying to deny any suspicions of you. 

He eyed you oddly, implicating something in his mind. Making you slam your hands on the desk and raise your posture “I would never attempt to murder my own friend, I gave it to them for their safety!” 

A voice crack can be heard. As you deeply try to get rid of that image from your head, but it only seems to replay, especially right now. 

Senses coming back to you, you sit down anguished. Darting your eyes to the side to avoid contact.

“Oh god… I'm a horrible person for letting this happen.” “Y/n, No- No you're not…” He places his hand on top of yours as he says that.

Fixing your glance to see him with tear filled eyes, He takes a deep breath, feeling pitiful for you. 

“Well catch this guy.” 

“Don't worry, we will” 

_____ 

After what had been like hours, you were finally able to leave the station. Currently you were heading to your workplace. 

Although your boss had told you to take a paid break from work, you didn't want to sit around and be constantly reminded of what had happened. 

Luckily the same button shirt you had on, could be used as a uniform.

The pants were apart of the dress code, maybe if the shoes were a darker shade of brown too, but you doubt your boss would mind.

Walking through the cold air with your head down, holding down onto your coat trying to not let any of the breeze enter through your sleeves. 

You wouldn't want to be sniffling around clients' plates.

As you arrive at the small but spacious place, you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for the rush that's about to come. 

Entering an alleyway, you walk over to a metal door, knocking on it.

Not too far away from an enormous empty bin that's waiting to be filled by the end of today.  

As the door opens you greet your co-worker as he allows you in. 

Just taking a step inside, you immediately hear a familiar voice.

“L/n, Catch!!” A bowtie is thrown in your direction falling onto the floor since you didn't react quick enough. Picking it up from the floor you adjust it onto your neck, and turn your attention back to the girl who threw it over in the first place.

“Do I look good? No flyaways, nothing?” 

“Yes, yes you do! Now hurry, those plates over there need to go to table 5 by the windows.” 

Nodding in response you head over to the counter and grab the three plates, placing them on a tray. 

Walking past the kitchen doors you instantly take in all the people seated who are laughing or doing some chitter chatter. 

That was one thing you always noticed around here. 

That there was always a huge difference in the rich and in the poor. Behind the kitchen doors, was the majority of society. 

Working ass, in hopes to make a living. 

And to the opposite was stress-free. Those that came in would have reservations ready. Sit at a table, and have a fool working at their pleasure. 

Noticing some of your co-workers coming to work tired. 

Barely alive to the point where they could stay awake.

By the time the hours shift was done, everyone would go home dreadful. 

It is also why you never picked the daytime or bar time schedule. 

It was the best if not maybe better schedule than the other two shifts available.

After giving people their plates, you head back to the main entrance of the restaurant , awaiting for new guests to seat them. 

Even if there was just an hour or two before you could leave…even if you didn't want to-

“L/n, Jen clocked out early, she had to take care of something, go take over that table by the window in the corner.” 

“But I'm still serving plates-“ “I don't see them? Now go.” You sighed in annoyance at your bosses request. Going back inside to the dining room itself, not even caring to look for the table. As it catches your attention by the young gentlemen looking around. 

“Weird…” Muttering, you walk over with a pen and a small notebook in your hand. 

”Good Evening, my apologies but I'll be serving you now, your old one had to take an early out.”  His eyes are the only thing you can pick up slightly as he is looking across the menu, almost covering his entire face

“So anything to drink for now?”

He lowers the menu down and places it on the table flat. He stares at you for a little before he looks down. With his finger he points to the corner of the menu 

“Thursday's Special please.” 

“Got that, anything else?” “No that’ll be all.” 

“Gotcha’ I'll be back in a few minutes.” You grab the small menu from the table and walk back over to the kitchen. 

As you made it back over, you and a couple others around noticed one of the main chefs going on break early. In a rush to head outside with their phone on a call. 

You looked around and saw others doing the same, wondering what was probably going on.

”Think it's an emergency?” “Probably… She usually never goes on break early.”

”I'll get on the dishes then in the meantime.”

”Ay, I need a special.” “Add an extra plate as well.” You shouted across the kitchen hoping the ones tending to the food would hear. 

“Got it.” 

Either way, no matter what you did, those around seemed to always ask why you would still show for work. 

But a work friend was always there to stop rumors from spreading

“Stop being so nosy.” 

“Y/n, you don't have to tell us anything.” He times a small pat on your shoulder before he tells you the food is ready. 

Grabbing the plate and going back out into the dining room. Instantly locking eyes with the man in the corner as you head over to his table.

“Here ya’ go. Anything else I could serve you with sir?” 

“I'm good, thank you. “ But before leaving to go and attend other tables he begins to speak again. “Your names Y/n? Right?” 

A tedious feeling overcomes you and to your stomach for a bit, as you’ve never met this man ever in your life before. But trying to keep your cool and respond with a smile on your face. 

“I've heard about you… From a friend.” He says as he grabs the spoon from the table and begins to eat his meal  ”Hah…hah… really now?” 

“Yeah… I didnt think you would work here! How splendid, I might just come here more often.” 

The smile on your face can't be contained any longer a bit, you had to find an excuse. ”Yeah… Sorry but I have to go to other tables if you could please excuse me-.” 

Just as you're about to leave his voice is heard again “Sit down, I insist.”

‘Ugh, just let me go freak.’

”Oh I wish I could but I’d get in trouble sir and I-“ “Trust me you wont…” He reaches into his inside pockets of his coat and pulls out a small folded amount of money wrapped in a rubber band.  “This should cover it right?” 

Staring at the folded money and taking a closer look without leaning in too much, you see the wrapped band to be in hundreds. 

“I guess so… But let me talk to my boss first.” He grabs onto your arm again. “Don't worry I already did. Please sit!” 

Seeing how no excuse could get you out of this, you finally decide to pull the other chair out and sit down. 

This was awkward, you were getting stares from people around who noticed the situation going on. How unfortunate 

His hand slides the rolled and wrapped band over to you, before speaking again. “From the roll, keep 400 to yourself, don't let anyone know. The rest split it evenly amongst your little work friends.”

“But isn't this too much?”

He smirks as he places his spoon down on the charger plate, creating a loud ring to be heard before looking back at you “Trust me Y/n…” 

“You'll need it…” 

____

What a creep!

As the shift ended, you began to pack your bag alongside the other workers.  As the bar shift employees started to slowly roll in through the kitchen door as the clock kept getting nearer to the twenty third hour.

Normally you'd be glad that your six your shift would be over, but all your mind could keep replaying was that man and his words. 

He made you sit with him for a whole two hours, and all he would talk about is classicals, literature, before going on a rampage about how he truly has no friends.

His whole idea of friends was using acquaintances to get his needs, and to get out alive. 

And if you thought he’d be quiet about it, you'd be wrong. He was talking loudly, making sure those around who wanted a good eavesdropping would hear. 

By the time he decided to leave, you ran back to the kitchen and everyone had been asking what happened…

But he kept you wondering what he meant by you being in ‘others hand.’

“So? Tell us!” Head out of the clouds you turn back over to the three people packing up for the night who were eager to know what happened. 

“I…-I don't know, actually.”

”Oooo I think someone has a crush!!” “God please don't say that.” 

Almost done packing your work clothes inside your bag, you almost forgot what he had told you to do.

You pull out the stash of money he had given you, handing it over to one of your peers “Here, he told me to share this amongst you guys.”  

Looking up from your hand, you see their awestruck faces “Is something wrong?”

”…We were already given 500 each for the night, I think that's meant for you… I'm not sure but keep it hidden from the others. Or else they'll fight you over it”

“Yeah… Just keep it, think of it as a 800 dollar tip!”

”You know what,,, yeah you're right.” Sighing, you place it at the bottom of your tote bag. 

“I'll be leaving then, see you guys next week” “Bye!” “Bye bye”

Grabbing your bag and placing it over your shoulder, you head out into the dark city once again.

The sky that is supposedly filled with stars that you couldn't see due to your city's light pollution. 

The hours when danger would lurk around the most.

But is it really dangerous if you knew everything and have been living here your whole life?

Thankfully the rail system in your city ran as late until past midnight. So you'd usually just wait at a stop and hop on. 

Walking alone at night wasn't that bad, it gave you time to relax and actually take a walk. 

Wander through your thoughts about life, freedom, and dignity. 

But you do have to thank your boss as well, as he knew the dangers at night. 

Which is why you and the others were provided with the dark hoodies, black masks, and any sort of garment that could cover anything specific. 

Especially since there's been recent reports of missing people.

Violence in crime rates had only increased since the last two years. 

Although nothing ever happened.

That never meant you were a hundred percent safe.

At some point,

You were always able to hear the faint footsteps of someone behind you. They always seemed to be around 20 feet away from you all the time. 

At some point you tried believing it was someone ‘protecting’ you. But one would be in delusion if they actually thought that. 

Although, you vividly remember this one night. 

You haven't ate anything and your boss gave you a small wrapped sandwich from the leftover ingredients. Eating it on your way to the station you remember encountering a stray man who kept yelling at you. 

Demanding to give your sandwich to him. 

Due to your clothes you came off as a man.

Resulting in getting a whopping ‘light’ punch on the bottom lip.

This is why you could never be left alone, because then you'd get lost in thought and lose reality for a second and later be some victim of some attack; Verbal or physical. 

Especially when it comes to people, judging their habits. Whether they were good or bad. It always led you to the same conclusion that not all people were born corrupt, but some maybe just had a bad experience that led them to that fraction in life…

But if bad experiences lead them to that demise, why are you the way you are? Should you be like the rest, or should they be more like you? 

You thought you knew a lot about people, but you couldn’t be sure. You never wanted to speak up on what your feelings were. Or ever ask any questions regarding these same feelings. 

Some days you would just ignore it. Ignore the feeling of nostalgia from doing something relatively similar years and years ago. 

It was a tender yet bittersweet thing. 

To be able to remember the past, but still enjoy the things that would soon come to the current ‘future’ you had dreamed of before. 

It was so weird, how so many years of living still wouldn't be able to dismiss the body’s soul on the inside 

Arriving at your friend's apartment, you drag your body over to the couch and take some time to finally relax. “God… today was so tiring and weird and- ugh…” 

Whilst laying down on the couch, you realized how distant you’ve been with your friend lately. She was probably asleep in her room by now. And if she wasn't it was probably because she went over to her boyfriends instead. She was always out of the house for your own comfort.

Since she wants to make sure you have your “own little place” to hang around safely for now, until you can find another apartment. Cause there was no way you were going back to your old one…

Finally turning your head over to look at the ground, contemplating on whether you should clean or not, with further inspection you see scraps of paper and dust around the center 

Maybe your friend stopped by.

Upon cleaning up with a broom and a dustpan picked up from nearby, throwing the mess away in the trash can inside one of the kitchen counters.

God your legs were sore from too much walking. 

Right now… all you wanted was rest.

Peace and quiet.

_____

Attempting to stay awake early in the morning on a Sunday isn't easy. After all, it was your fault. While your friend was about to head out, she asked if you wanted to tag along. 

But instead you decided to schedule a meet with Adam at this open cafe nearby, having the desire to talk with him about something urgent from memories from a last couple of nights 

Entering the cafe looking around, you don't see him anywhere. Still you proceed to go ahead and form in line. 

Stepping to the front of the small line you are greeted by a young girl who seems to be wearing a cute kind of hairstyle with all sorts of hair accessories.

”Hi what can I get ya’?” Looking up at the menu, the majority of it is just the same kind of coffee with extra add-ons. 

It was a cafe after all, but the fruity drinks are what mostly caught your attention. “Just a strawberry smoothie please.” 

“Gotcha, will that be all?” Nodding in response you grab the money from the back of your phone case. “Total will come out to 6 25…”

Handing her a large bill, you notice her cheerful smile turn into an awkward one.

”Oh…I'm so sorry I don't have any change right now. Do you have a smaller bill?”

“Uhm… Let me check, hold on!!” 

As you're turning a bit to the side you check your pockets, you hear the bell of the door ring a couple of times, signaling more customers coming in and standing right behind you. 

You even checked your phone case again, in hopes something might appear. 

‘Fuck’

Tough luck… Seemed like you wont be getting anything today. 

Looking back at the young girl who just stood there waiting, you sigh before uttering slowly

“…I'm sorry I don't seem to have anything-“

A man in all black steps up to the front, catching your attention

”I got you, charge mine. Make sure to add a black coffee there too.”

Not seeing anything but the back of a tall man with his phone out near the reader. 

“Thank you! Your orders will be ready in a bit!” She goes to the back and in no time starts preparing the drinks.

The mysterious man walks away from the front of the store and makes his way to the few tables and chairs. 

“Hey!” He stops in his steps, not turning around yet. 

Just as he stops, you feel a weird gut feeling about him for a second, but you still went ahead and continued on. “I just want to say thanks for paying for my drink, I don't know what I would’ve done there.” 

“Honestly it almost seems like you're an angel here to save my life.” You hear chuckling coming from the man, he turns to face you and instantly you strucken back. Eyes widening slightly at seeing him.

“It was no problem Y/n.” 

You try to awkwardly laugh it off but the small light bulb of realizations hits you… “Haha…Wait, how do you know my name?” Asking him as you point his finger at him.

‘Hm? Oh you don't know?” 

Shaking your head he chuckles lowly. Something feels off, but you arent sure. Maybe its just the idea of meeting a new person, yeah. But someone who knows your name before you even say something…?

“You submitted that photo to that news agency didn't you?” After saying that he notices the  visible uncomfort on your face. 

Lowering his voice to a much calmer one.

”News reporters found out who you were, they were just talking about you earlier this morning.” 

“Don't tell me you didn't notice people looking at you today did you?” He crosses his arms ”No not really.”  “Hm”

”One black coffee and a smoothie!” Can be heard yelled out from the front of the store.

”Here uhm, find us a seat and I'll tell you everything about it. I'll grab our drinks. Got it?” 

He assures you and walks off 

“...Mm, yeah sure.” You say under your breath as he leaves for a second.

Walking over to a small little table right by the window that shows a view of the street and the city, you can only wonder how its even legal in any way for them to have posted your name without you even knowing…

Who knows what else was shown… God this was not going to go well was it…

Just as you ponder in thought, your phone chimes. 

Seeing the message from Adam, saying he won't be able to make it, at least not today.

”Hm…” 

Swiping and beginning to type a response, trying to keep professional l with him. If only you were able to see the distressed look on your face

’Something wrong? Boyfriend issues or what?” Looking up from your phone you see the man with his drink and yours. Placing your phone down instantly trying to deny any assumptions.  “No, no. Not at all. Just a friend.” 

“Ah, just a friend? Those never go well. Just the way you were looking at your phone and stuff.”

”Oh no no no. I don't have one, at least not yet…” 

“Wow, I'm surprised. You seem like the type to have guys fawning over ya’ ”

You could only gawk at his statement, trying to not seem uneasy around him. 

“The name is Nikolai by the way.” 

“Y/n… but it seems you already know that.” You smile at him, and all he can do is only reciprocate. 

“So… Nikolai, right?” Hearing a small mhm from his lips. You proceed to continue 

“Where did you even hear about what you were telling me earlier?” 

“Oh right, I was walking downtown in some store I was at earlier had it playing”

He becomes aware of how you're hearing him closely. Not really moving your attention elsewhere.

“They were recapping stuff that had happened before. Trying to shine light on it. Then youre name and face were shown.” 

“Did they show that photo again?... You know the one with the-"   "It was censored but your name and photo id weren’t!” 

He seemed way too joyous towards the end of saying that. 

“But I've seen worse.- Uhm, not like that. I just happen to live in those lofts near. Police had shown up and said we couldn’t host anymore parties, saying it may disrupt the hunt…” 

“-Wait wait wait, the big buildings? You're that rich enough for a loft but you get coffee from here?” You speak as he grabs his cup and takes a huge sip.

“Well, the coffee is good here isn't it?” He smirks as he licks the corner of his mouth a bit. You try to ignore that part and wonder more about what this man possibly has.

“Places change, people change. I like stuff that keep true to themselves.” 

Silence fills the air for a little, while he takes another sip of his coffee and your hands are fiddling with the straw inside the plastic cup. 

Nikolai decided to break that silence by asking another question, regarding information about the situation you were going through.

”About your problem by the way, I could help you. I know some people around these areas that are well into this kind of stuff.” He spoke as his finger poked your shoulder. 

“I'm not sure… I just kind of want to do my own thing. I'm afraid they might find my new place…” 

“New place?”

”It's not actually mine, it's a friend she's uh- shes uhm how do I say this… She’s basically letting me stay there until I get this solved out. But she's usually almost never home.” 

His eyes widened a bit, looking surprised. “Really? How come?” 

“She's letting me stay like … Like an air bnb sort of thing.” 

Quick to respond he tilts his head a bit to the side “Where does she go then?”  “Usually with her boyfriend. He has an apartment and she says I'm also doing her a favor as well, since she's also been trying to move in with him as well.” You look down at your drink. Continuing to swirl it around.

You could feel his gaze upon you, but you don't mind. He sighs, proceeding to look at the window staring at the ambience ahead. But eventually his face brightens up, almost as if he had an idea. 

“Hey I got a solution for you. “ “Hm?” 

“See I don't just own one loft but I own a couple in this one place. I could maybe find a reasonable deal and get you moved in! How does that sound?” He grins, his face close to yours but you don't really notice as the thought lingers in your head. 

Leaning back just a bit though. 

“I wish, but I dont think even a ‘ reasonable price ‘ would be available in my pockets.” You joke around, letting out a small chuckle. 

Soon enough, you see Nikolai beginning to look around the place. Looking back at you trying to hint something at you. 

“Place is starting to get packed, want to go on a walk or something?” You say, looking up at him. He only smiles

While you two are walking down the sidewalks, admiring the taller buildings, suddenly you're both getting stopped by a man who seems to be in a rush. 

“Excuse me, sorry, but do you know where this place is?” 

The man shows his phone to you, with a message showing an address. 

“Oh yeah it's-.” Getting cut off, Nikolai redirects the man the other way.  “Go down the street, make a left, it's the blue restaurant.” 

“Thank you!” He says as he begins to head over in a hurry

Nikolai continues walking, almost leaving you behind. But you catch up to him and begin to walk at his pace. ”How did you know?” 

“Hm?”

”How did you know where that was at?” ”Oh that place? I have a friend that likes that place. Why something the matter?” 

He looks down slightly grinning at you, “No I was just wondering, because I work there that's why?” 

“Oh really, what are you like the cook? Bartender? Ooo owner?” He laughs towards the end, only making you laugh too 

“I wish, I'm just a waitress, a host whatever you wanna call it. Nothing special.” 

A confused look sets on his face

“...Hm, that doesn't make sense…”   “Huh? What doesn't?” 

”Last time I went I saw everyone’s face but yours? Don't tell me you're trying to impress me by saying you work at that fancy place?” 

“What! No, no… I do work there! I'm just on paid leave until you know… my situation calms down. But I do go once in a while, just to get my mind off things!” 

He hums before he speaks again, this time seeming more genuine. “ Y/n…Do you even know where we're going?” 

Looking up at him responding “No, I don't actually.”   “Great! Cause neither do I.” 

You laugh at his remark and you continue to clutch your hands around your body since it was a pretty chilly day, the sun isn't out, it was rather cloudy with the sky being a soft shade of light grey. 

But it wasn’t that cold, still you didn't bring a jacket so you were shivering like a little cold bird in the winter.

While he was talking about something specific, you weren't paying attention but much rather wondering how you’ve never met Nikolai before, like in a run-in. Or by coincidence.

Usually you're better with faces than with names. But like he said, he lives on the high roofs while you have your little tiny apartment.

Makes you wonder what he does for a living…

Maybe he could fill you in on that too

As you both continued walking, he asked if you wanted to sit down somewhere and you agreed by that one small little center in the middle of the city, where the view of most buildings were nice.

Once he had found a spot to sit at and talk about random stuff, you couldn't get this one question out of your head regarding himself.

”Hey Nikolai… Don't take this personal but what's up with the uhm…” Motioning your finger around your eyes, he took it as a shock, almost like he forgot what he even looks like. 

“Oh my eyes?” A sigh comes from his mouth, soon to be followed by a joyful smile. “Everyone asks about them. I actually don't know either. “ 

“And what about the scar-” ”Long story.” 

“Huh? You're not gonna tell a dramatic story?” 

“Nope.” He emphasizes a popping sound at the end “And ‘ dramatic? ‘ It was anything but dramatic.” 

He rolls his eyes a bit in a playful manner.

Bringing your head up, you point your finger to his head. “And the hair?… Did you dye it?” 

“What is this an interrogation?” He laughs at you before continuing  “Short story actually, it was an accident. “ 

“Accident?” 

“In my earlier years someone tried dying my hair a lavender color as a prank, which didn't work out.

”Oh… It never grew out? “ “Nope.”

Silence fills the air again, the birds chirping and the leaves swaying could be heard, until he decides to bring out a question as well

“And you? Why’s your hair like that?” 

That came out of nowhere.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Placing your hand over your head touching your hair. “It's all messy, is it a new look I'm not aware of?” 

You instantly started to pat your hair down with your hands out of embarrassment “No I just- no what!” 

Catching you off guard again, he pats your shoulder

“I'm just messing with you!” 

His laugh dies down eventually, and takes a deep breath of the cold air and breathes it out. Still giggling a little. 

While he does that you take a chance to really take a close look at him.

His eyes were really deep, you can hint that out from the side. But you can also see his nice lashes that he has. The way they compliment his mismatched eyes. 

”Not gonna say anything? What’s got you starring?” Your face becomes heated as if you didn't think he would actually notice. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to…” 

“That's why I'm laughing! God you're fun to mess with.”

The teasing only continued until you decided it was way too cold outside, and wanted to go home now. 

He heard of this and in result gave you his black coat he had on, and then asked if you wanted a ride home 

You told him it was fine, that you would walk alone. It wasn't that far away

But Nikolai insisted on taking you home

“So this is your old spot?” 

“Yeah, it's a really small place but I find it comforting…” You two gaze above at the small apartment complexes. 

“Hey it's better than nothing, at least yours doesn't have music playing twenty four-seven.” 

He begins to pick up his pace leaving you behind for a little. 

“Huh? Hey wait!” You run a bit to catch up to him 

Continuing on your way to your current place, you two talk endlessly about how different each other's lives were. 

Nikolai would always bring up how it's almost never quiet where he lives. He mentions that the people below him are always getting ‘turned on’ whatever that means. 

Until he specified in a party-like way. 

He would talk about these lavish parties that only invited people could enter, but how after one they allow anyone in with as long as they had something to contribute.  

“It wouldn't be your kind of thing honestly.” He says, as he continues to ramble on.

Especially about how he lived. 

Though it was fascinating to hear. Realizing how differently a person could live from another even being from the same place.

You did catch one thing about him though. He never once mentioned ever taking a day to go to work.  

He just decides to go to places if he feels like it . 

But he's also a man with genuine feelings. “You know, in my free time I tend to take care for these two plants I have.” 

“But they're not in my home, rather in a separate place to really preserve them.” 

“Really? What kind?” 

He ignored your question, swerving around it

“Just some special ones of some sort”

It was almost like he didn't want to talk about himself, so he would ask questions about you. 

Little questions that would soon unfold into deeper questions that you didn't even know he was playing at. 

You were glad that by the time he would ask more personal questions, you were already at your current stay. 

You had even made him let you go just 10 feet away from the entrance lobby. 

But still waited for you to get inside safely. 

“I'm home!” Not a word from your friend was ever heard. 

So you assumed she was probably staying with her boyfriend again, since she only usually updates you on certain stuff. 

As evening set upon, you had kept chatting with this ‘new’ guy you had met just before Nikolai.

From months of knowing him he seemed to be sweet. 

Though he did have a bit of an ego towards you. 

But if you remember correctly he was most likely trying to start an attorney business, of some sort…or something along those lines. 

You have gone out with him a couple times before. Most of the time it was events that happen on those nice streets, like the markets, pop ups, and just hanging around each other. But really just as friends. 

However, one time he seemed nervous around you, and that was because he was stuttering to ask you if you could be his plus one, again.

’To what?’ You remember asking him, and he had mentioned some gathering that he was invited to. 

Of course you told him yes! Even if you hated them, you just wanted to be around him more often. 

So for the next two days, you were wanting for the first of December to come by already. 

Though you were still concerned about Nikolai, what would you do with him? 

There was something about him that made him hold a special place amongst your other friends. You couldn’t pinpoint it but he was there somewhere. 

Still you wanted to keep him close. 

Maybe because you'd accidently bump into each other often, walking in and out of coffee shops or bars. 

“Need a ride home?” 

Is what he would always say whenever he would see you around at night. 

And you'd hear him rambling about how too many cars pick up ‘pretty’ girls late at night. Those talks were fun though. 

But sadly enough, those times came to an end when Adam had been calling you in more recently, including today.

Now you were here, in his office again, sitting down as he scattered through some file work. 

”Well, I got good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?”

”The good news first.” “Alrighty…” He sat down in his chair after grabbing a folder and opened it, laying it flat out on the table for you. “See this right here” He pointed his finger to a picture in the corner, then dragged his finger across to another in the bottom left. 

“This right here is evidence!” He seemed joyous saying that. 

But your eyes kept jotting from corner to corner trying to figure out what he meant by that.

“Evidence of what?” 

“Okay see this, it's a stitch in one of the victims clothing, and this one right here, is also a sewed stitch…” 

He points his finger more closely, directly to where he wants you to see

Looking at the two pictures again, you do notice a slight difference 

“They’re… not the same…” “Exactly! This one is a little lighter, meaning it could be nylon, and this one-“ 

“The color looks darker.”

”Right, we found this hidden inside one of the city's garbage bins just around… maybe 20 feet away from the incident. And from checking surveillance cameras around, we were able to be sure that his jacket was indeed his.” 

You take a closer look at the photo, and could see that the lighter stitch seems to be around the chest pocket of the jacket. 

“That’s amazing, oh my god. I- I can't believe it!” 

Come upon, there was a hint of joy in your eyes. “That means- So you know who did all of this now right?” 

His eyebrows grew worried, a look of concern on his face. He looked down at the photo again, grabbing it out of the clear folder pocket.  “About that; The bad news… we can't identify who.” 

“Look, we checked any cameras around including those that aren't from the city… Seems our culprit had found a blind spot.” 

“What about after? Please tell me you found something!” He ignores you for a quick second and glances over to the side and reaches to turn on the small tv beside him. 

“Look, give me a second, let me get the tape. I need to show you this.”

He pulls out a small tape from his drawer and inserts it inside the bottom line of the television, and makes sure it faces the two of you. 

”Okay look right there… There!”

Covering your mouth, you continue to look intently at the screen, watching everything unfold right before your eyes, 

His hands over his chest, as he walks over to the big wall right behind him. Seeing how the figure breathes heavily, and hearing the distorted groans in the background. 

How he was basically hurting even in an attempt to walk straight. He decides to rest and sit down by the wall. Still holding his hand over his chest, until he coughs and his own fluids are being tossed out from his mouth. 

“Agh-A- Im… S-sorry ugh…”  

“…Please, dont - l-leave!” His voice can be heard becoming deeper as he looks over to his left side. Soon enough a large cry is heard, screaming with all his pain out the window. 

Clutching onto his shirt even more, he rolls onto the wall with his back against it. As the piercing cry for help just echoes.

A few more demands are heard, his begging and pleading only becoming more frantic as the tape goes on longer. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Causing a trail of dampness on the collar of his shirt. 

One last line could be heard, every word spoken only becoming quieter.

“Don't leave… me…” His voice was heard, 

one last time. 

The tape comes to an end, and you're left sitting there looking at the screen without any display of emotion. 

Just sitting there. 

Adam can see the stoic look on your face, the look of defeat that you couldn’t be there to help. 

He runs the tape a little back, and you look down at your folded hands, pressing your lips together. 

“Y/n, look here” 

A black hood can be shown in the footage before it cuts out.  

”After that none of the cameras functioned well. Once they begin to work properly we can see your ‘friend’…laying there.” 

His eyes avert to you for a second, only to see your glare at the screen as the tape continues. 

Thought filled your mind. 

Wondering who this could be… What if it was someone from work? Maybe the other waiter they fired back when you started working. The creepy driver that sometimes parks outside the apartments late at night… Or your psycho ex you had broken contact with years ago. 

“Miss Y/n?” 

Your eyes start to become tear filled

“Sorry I just- I need some time to think all of this…I- I don't know why this is all happening to me…”  

Why did it have to be you?

What was so wrong in your past life that you now have to carry this burden on your shoulder. 

”It'll work out fine dont worry come here.” Immediately as he says that, you go and hug him.

Trying not to get his collared shirt wet from your tear stained cheek, he brushes your hand and pats your shoulder. Resulting in only crying more. 

His taller structure and older features, he felt like a parental figure. 

Sometimes you wonder if maybe the reason you trusted Adam so much was because you weren’t really open with your own parents growing up. 

Maybe he did have all of this under control. 

All you wanted was pure genuine affection, even if it came from a stranger. 

_______

The evening sunset had finally gone down. It's been about an hour or two since you left the station. Adam continued to talk about the mystery person. 

He had seemed to have made a drawback to when he had noticed a similar pattern somewhere else but couldn’t remember it, thus ending the conversation in disappointment again. 

But at least you were closer to finding out who it was. Right? 

Just as you were about to head to a sidewalk and call for an Uber, you remembered that there wasn't any food at home. 

“Fuck… Where’s a nearby open market…” 

Muttering lowly as you continue to look around for an open one.

”There's one on 6th Street near the Art Walk.” A passerby yelled just before passing you. “Oh- Thanks.” 

It was already late but you needed some produce to make something later in the morning. 

”Fuck Im so tired…” Upon arriving, your legs were already sore from walking. You took a deep breath first before entering the store. 

First look and you realize… This is the wrong kind of market… 

God, no wonder it was still open…that guy gave you directions to a bodega market, not an actual market market where they sell fruits and vegetables…

Though, the guy working behind the counter kept a close eye on you. 

Probably thinking you would steal something then run out. So you stayed a little bit. 

Wandering around the little store, you picked up some frozen grapes and dish soap…. Since you did remember there was almost none back home. 

And the grapes, probably would keep you filled until tomorrow morning, and maybe you'll go to the produce market early morning, 

even if it means waking up early…

“How much?” You placed the small box of grapes and the dish soap on the counter As he counted up the price you kept looking at the window, not paying much attention to the clerk. 

You felt this strange feeling…   -nine.” 

“Huh, pardon?” Seven twenty nine.” 

You reached into our pockets and pulled up some cash, handing it over to him.  

He looked at you oddly before grabbing your grapes and the bottle of soap and placing them inside a little bag. 

Just as you were about to leave you heard the man's voice again. 

“Hey, be careful out there. Lot of people been going missing recently.” 

Turning around you face him again, just before going through the door.

“Oh, thank you sir!” 

Heading out the door, instantly the cold breeze of late November hit your face. 

Getting a strong grip of the black plastic bag you made sure your hood was on, and tried not to show your face too much as you began to walk down the streets. 

Every crosswalk and intersection you came across, you had made sure to look and glance at every place around you possible. 

You felt safe for a moment

But either way if something were to happen…

Basically no one, no one could help you right now. 

Even if your life was on the line. 

Peeping around you saw that almost all the cars around were empty. 

All except for 

…one? 

Squinting your eyes to dim the bright streetlights around your peripheral vision, you saw a tall dressed figure in all black close the trunk to their car.

They remained standing still for a second, until they opened the car doors to the back seats. 

Remarkably you were able to see a few familiar strands of hair. 

It looked like a pale yellow under the far away light that was dimming the place…

Unsure of the figure, you approached slowly. 

Walking at a normal pace but not really paying attention over to the figure just in case.

Once you got a glimpse of the face, you finally were able to recognize…

… “Nikolai?” 

Seeing them frantically turning their head around, once stopping as soon as they saw you across the sidewalk.

”Y/n?” 

‘That voice…It was him! But, why the black mask? ‘ 

”…Y/n? Why are you out here?” 

Walking over to him he stumbled over to the other side of the car, leaning on the back doors. 

He pulled his hood off and then pulled his mask down. Questioning you why you were right where you were standing 

“-I had to get something real quick I didn't have- Wait, why are ‘you’ here?” 

“I had to take my trash out because the ones by my place were too full.” He crossed his arms, his face seemingly more pale. 

You repeated his action and then tilted your head to the side, looking behind him “In there?” You said as you pointed your finger to the small garbage bin that was inside an alleyway.

He held eye contact for long, not moving a single muscle on his face. 

His eyes would advert to the sides of your face, that is until he bursted out laughing. 

Catching you off guard, you take a step back.

His arms holding his stomach as he continues to laugh in your face. 

‘Is this the same Nikolai I met the other day?’ 

“Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You just had such a serious face, what else could I do?” 

He calmed himself down before speaking again, you weren’t sure what to really do in this situation so you stood there… 

”My bad… Inside here I have some tools. Gardening tools actually.” 

“I figured why not have it in the back already so I don't have to wake up extra early.” 

“Mhm.” 

Arms still crossed, he took a quick look at you again before asking another question

“So, about your-”  “So can I get a ride? I rather not walk today.” 

Showing your hands clasped together, you look up at him hoping for an answer that'll satisfy.

Without responding, he walks over to his car and opens the passenger seat door and faces your standing body again.

“So? Prefer walking?”

During the car ride home, it seemed all he could talk about was his wonderings for you being this late out even though you had already told him why. 

. 

At every stop he would constantly look over to you and take quick glances that you did notice. 

You weren’t sure why but as much as you tried to relax your body, you really couldn't due to how stiff you were from trying not to be awkward around him.

Though it seemed like you weren't alone either, noticing how fidgety Nikolai was in his seat.  

But it looked like he was nervous about something else. 

You had asked if he had something on his mind.

There was silence for a bit, until Nikolai had asked what made you think that. 

Contemplating a bit before responding back…you kept your head forward but kept looking at him through your side view.

You noticed his eyes kept darting from the road to the streetlights to the sidewalks to the pedestrians walking by.

”…I don't know, you just seem anxious…” 

“Me? Don't worry about me!” His head gestured to look at you for a bit before turning back and continuing  

“I just had a little fight with someone earlier. “

”A fight? As in… physical?“ 

“No, no. Verbally, although…” His chest inflamed up, taking a big deep breath before exhaling it long out through his lips “Although, I was hit in the process of it. Not badly, but still got hit.” 

“Wait really where?!” 

His eyes kept on the road, but he turned his head down and leaned towards you a bit. Raising his eyebrows quite a bit

In a quick glance you were able to see the small pinkish purple bruise just near his eyebrow bone. 

Your hand went to your open mouth as you just stared there with open eyes. 

You hadn’t even noticed it when you came up to him, 

”Yeah it was a bad blow… But we ended it off in…” His eyes darted down to his hands that were on the steering wheel. 

“ I would say okay terms.” 

“What did you two even fight about?” “Oh that, just some personal hobby I like to do…” 

He stopped the car in the middle of the two-way turn lane of the road. He kept one hand on the wheel whilst the other leaned against the car seat. 

”But it's okay, they’re not my problem anymore. I finally got them out of my life now.”    ”Huh?” A confused look came upon your face

”Do you mean… you cut contact with them off?” 

“Something like that, yeah. You know, sometimes you have to get rid of those toxic people in your life before they grow on you. 

Before they cause harm to your wellbeing.” 

“Sometimes… they do more damage than good to you.” 

“Yeah, I guess you're right…” 

Turning your head over to look around the car, it just came to you where he had stopped the car. “Oh shit! We’re here already?”

”Stay there, I'll get it.” 

“Such a gentleman!” Giggling toward the end 

“I know huh?” 

Ever since last night, that's all you were able to think about. 

And the idea of starting to develop feelings kept being shuttered away by your own mind  

But you think you were starting to like him… Even if it meant he probably only sees you as a friend.

And as much as you tried not to remember him, the music that was playing out of someone's earphones nearby kept reminding you of him whether you wanted to be reminded or not. 

The older man sitting across from where you were seated on his way to work, his attire resembles his quite a bit. 

. 

Almost everything reminded him of you. And you wanted to avoid that, you wanted to deny these feelings. 

Your head said one thing, but your heart thought differently.

As the train came to a stop, you grabbed your small bag that you brought with you and got up, leaving to exit. 

It was a bit earlier than your usual morning wake up time, so a lot of people coming in and out of the big station were mostly people rushing to go to work. 

Or some crying and screaming as they latch onto people waiting outside. Assuming maybe a friend or relative who hasn’t seen the other in a long time. 

Made you wish you had someone to depend on that much. 

But as you continued to venture outside, you kept looking out for more things that were happening around. 

The small circular mini park where events happen and musicians or talented groups come together to showcase their performing arts. How they were already setting up the lamp posts with colorful ribbons and decorations. 

While the big circular kiosk in the center had small little lanterns and faux icicles alongside with snowflakes dangling from the sides. 

In this area, it almost never snows. 

Though the temperatures do drop drastically and constant rain pours, there's never snow. 

But it does make it better, because then you can walk around wherever you wish freely without any trouble. Just as you were doing so right now. 

Recently this place by a little local street has been popping up everywhere for supposedly having the best food. 

A restaurant blowing up on social media, that's normal. But being debated as having one of the best foods available? 

You just had to try this place out for yourself. 

The thing that had caught your attention was this particular dish you remember seeing someone post. 

But by the way the waiting line looked, it seemed like you weren’t going to get an open spot soon. 

Looking at the patio tables that were outside, noticing that almost if not all the tables had the same tag standing with the word ‘Reserved.’

”Fuck I should’ve done that…” You muttered as you crossed your arms in an attempt to not lose balance from how tired your legs were starting to get. 

“Y/n?” 

“Huh?” 

Looking around you couldn’t see who it was that said your name until you finally took a second look back. 

One of your co-workers! 

“Brandon? What are you doing here?” 

”I came here to get some stuff but I decided to come early to get something to eat as well… And it looks like you are too!” 

He looks up at the restaurant's sign and back at you in a playful way. 

“Yeah I-.Im just waiting around you know…” 

He proceeds to lean in closer to where you're standing, and places a hand over to the side of his mouth as he loudly whispers “Come on, I know a better spot than this…Trust.” 

“You sure?” 

He nods his head in response 

Looking back and forth, you were contemplating on whether you should leave your spot… 

“You know what, fuck it, yeah show me.” 

You got out of line, and began to laugh a little with Brandon as you two walked away. “Don't get lost now~” 

Going further down the crowded street, he took you to this one place that had a white and red color scheme. 

As you both got closer to the place, he kept rambling on about how this was his go to spot, 

That no restaurant around here could top this one.

“Trust me, this place is ten times better than the one you were going to, More authentic too.”

A smirk laid upon your face, trying to be smug towards him

“If you say so, I'll be the judge myself~” 

As you two walked in, finally, you both were instantly seated towards the front of the place; Since there was an open table there.

A young woman came over and began to take your order. “Welcome to Noche Buena, what can I get started for you guys today?” 

“I'll get that one, the one that's in the photo.”     

“Hm, I'll get the same as him.” 

She began to write it down, before looking at the kitchen staff that were nearby and turning back to you two. ”We also have a couple special, free refresher. Would you like to add that too?” 

You swore you almost choked on your own spit when you heard that. Turning over to Brandon, he gave you a slight nod. 

“Uh sorry but n-“ You cut off shortly when you felt a jab on your ankle “Sorry but no yeah!” His cheeky smile appears as he repeats it back to the waitress. 

She dismisses you guys after taking your order. Immediately hurrying to the kitchen. You on the other hand just kept glaring at Brandon.

“What? It was free drinks. How could you say no?” 

You sighed before slowly starting to grin “You know what, yeah you're right.” 

”I wonder how many people do this at our workplace.” He spoke, as he checked phone for a quick second. 

“Too many, it's so obvious!”

While you two were laughing about hilarious stuff that has happened at work while you've been gone, you took it as a chance to glance around the area real quick.

Without doubt, the place wasn't all so bad.

It was clean, the tables were shiny, and the seating wasn't worse than some places... 

Lost in thought. 

The waiter came back with a tray of the stuff you guys ordered “Here you guys go” including…”And here's the drink too!” 

She placed down the singular drink that had two straws in the center. You and Brandon just kept looking at each other and back at the drink. 

”You screwed up Y/n… Next time Im doing the talking.”    “As if, I think this is just how it is.” 

“Well… it is better than no drink…” He looked down at the cup in the center, with sad little eyes before taking a sip out of it

Rolling your eyes at his childish behavior, this was his doing all along anyways.

“Oh come on, don't be such a baby. It's no different than when everyone at work shares a strawberry refresher throughout our shift.” 

“You're right. Let's just dig in!” 

____________

By the time you both finished eating, you had decided to go walking around the area more. 

That was until Brandon remembered what he came for in the first place. 

You didn't know how heavy cleaning supplies and house decorations would end up being so heavy once it's in a bag. 

Picking the stuff up at the stores did not at all seem heavy, not until its dangling side to side from your hands in a black plastic baggie.

“Is that it?” You said, groaning at him. He looked at his long checklist he had on his phone before turning to face you again ”Yep that's practically it!” 

”Finally, thank god…”  You say as you slouch your back a bit and finally release the bags softly onto the floor.

”Hey be gentle, they could break.” 

You let this be a reminder that the next time he needs help with a few errands to give a white lie and decline. 

“Oh for god's sake Brandon, how would a plastic bottle of window cleaner break?”

”Dont tell me you came on the train too, Ill actually kill myself if I have to walk another step over there.” 

Groaning in annoyance, he began to chuckle at your voice

“I came by car today, if you want I could give you a ride home.” 

“Yes please! “ 

The entirety of the car ride was just him explaining to you a new hook up between two employees. 

And how everyone around has been placing bets on who would say something first. 

Once you had heard the entire story, you joked to him saying you'll place five dollars on the guy.

Resulting in him rolling his eyes at you before laughing with you. Man it was almost like being drunk with him, without actually drinking. 

“Watch, I'll be right”   “I wanna see that.”

You laughed a bit, before ending the conversation and almost leaving the car  “-I guess I'll see you later someday at work then!- “

“Oh about that-“ A smile grew on his face again while you were stopped in your tracks.

“Boss told me and a few others that if we were to see you we’d tell you to come in tomorrow for your paycheck, and if we didn't see you then your friend would just text you about it tomorrow morning.” 

Raising your eyebrow “But I can come in whenever I want?” 

“No duh. Now go before I make you carry more of my shit.” 

Flipping him off, you grabbed your bag from the floor of the car and left. Upon entering past the lobby doors, he instantly left. 

“What a blabber mouth…” You muttered

Walking up the stairs, once you’ve arrived at your apartment door, you notice the shit pile of mail that was just sitting in your little mail cabinet that you ordered weeks ago for your door. 

Looking through them, you find a pink envelope, opening it to see its content inside. 

As you were opening the door to your apartment by pressing the handle, you continued to unfold the envelope, it seemed to be a piece of folded paper inside. 

Like a letter! 

The letter seemed to be handwritten, and smelled of a strong vanilla peachy scent as if it were sprayed with perfume. 

Closing the door behind you, with all the other mail being held in your other arm you went to the kitchen and sat at the island counters. 

’ I’d be lying if you didnt fill the void in my heart. No matter where I am, all I can do is just think about you. 

Whether you consider yourself a star or not, to me you're the whole sun. 

You bring light and peace to my world. 

All I wish for, is if we could be more than just best friends…

Enjoy the flowers, I know begonias are your favorite. - XoXo ‘

You stared at the letters content, reading it over and over again. 

”Hm? What flow-…-ers…” Looking up from where you were seated, you just finally notice the bouquet laying down on the counter, while behind the flowers was a small white teddy bear. 

“What the hell…” Muttering as you picked up the teddy, examining it closely. 

All you wondered was how did this even get inside…? Maybe your friend had something to do with this.

Thinking of her, your regards to her whereabouts still concern you. 

You usually don't see her that often now…Hopefully she's okay with her boyfriend, all you wanted was at least a text or something to know she's okay.

Looking down at your hands, you see a little paper tag that was dangling from the teddy's bum. You opened it and saw a heart with a letter K next to it. “Who's K?...” 

“Oh god…” 

Realization finally hit that dense skull of yours. ”I forgot, I have to see him tomorrow…” 

Facepalming your head as you place the teddy down standing right side up, you immediately go to your room. 

Heading to your closet, you begin to find something you might be able to wear for the event that an old friend had invited you to. 

But there's no way he could've had feelings?

He never seemed like the type to… He was always just so, friendly. 

Nothing more

Nothing less.

None of this would've came to your mind 

Not with how he acts around you

Nurturing, that's what he was; Maybe that's why?

…God this was a shocker.

_____________

Evening has arrived, it was already the first of a new month. The coldest most rain pouring month of the calendar for you. 

Every place you went to earlier in the morning would just be filled with holiday bells. Warm nostalgic music playing at every department store. 

Even though it was the first day of the month, people had already begun to dress the style of the cold winter seasons. 

It was almost as if everyone just collectively decided to begin wearing a puffer jacket today…Including you as well…

“Hey!~” You barged through the back door of the kitchen. Immediately hearing pots and pans fall onto counters and floors.

Startling everyone and having someone drop an actual plate. 

After they realized it was you they began to curse you out for scaring the shit out of them. “Sorry… I uhm.” You stuttered a bit. “Brandon told me he'd give me my paycheck… He's said holding it around for me here somewhere?” 

A voice from behind the counter shouts to you “Oh him? He didn't show up today.” 

“Really? He said he'd be here?” 

“Well we told him not to go scuba diving in the beginning of winter… Maybe he's out sick.” 

That crazy man…

“Huh!?”

Who in their right mind thinks it's a good idea to go in the water right when the chills are about to come. 

You didn't even try to act surprised, matter of fact, this was something usual that happens all the time.    But really? Scuba diving? 

Sighing, you lean on one of the kitchen island counters seeing everyone around work, but you catch someone going to the back and unlock his locker. 

The young girl comes back and hands you an envelope that has your name in red pen. Staring down at the envelope as she gives it to you she speaks softly “Here, just take it.” 

Just as you were about to leave she grabs the wrist of your shirt and tugs you at her, leaning her hand and lips to your ear. 

“I also advise you to leave now, earlier some crazy customer walked in and asked to see you, saying he had a message to pass onto you-” 

“What!” She instantly puts her hand over your mouth trying to shush you down. Bringing her finger close to her mouth she makes a quiet “Shh!” 

She whispers to you, hoping none else hears her. 

“...I think you've served him before, he had black hair I think…We were discussing about it earlier, but the rest didn't want to say anything to you to freak you out.”

“Go now, and be careful out there.” 

She finally let go of your shirt and went back to her station and proceeded to wash the dishes that were dirty. 

All you could do was just gaze profoundly. 

Hurrying up the door, as soon as you reach to press down on the handle you turn around to see her staring at you again, nodding once at you telling you to leave.

Rushing back home, you instantly walked through your apartment door then closed it shut. 

Going to your bedroom, in order to change into a 

pretty evening dress you had. 

You were going to be a plus one for some party event that a friend had told you about.

Although you did remember them telling you to wear something nice, they had also told you not too overdressed. 

In order to really match the ‘said theme,’ you wore a thigh length dress, a flowy one. 

Until your phone rings, he was calling. Your “date” 

Picking up your phone, you begin to talk in a nervous tone

“Oh shit…Hello? Yes, yes just give me two more minutes… Okay I'll see you down there, bye.” 

Hanging up, you place your phone back onto the night stand from where you picked it up. 

Sighing as you look back into the mirror. ‘What am I to do’

The entirety of the ride to get there with him was a bit awkward, how were you supposed to talk to him normally after what he had just done. 

He barely calls you, and when he does it's usually when we need someone to be there with him for something, or usually for some kind of outing. 

This was all confusing, you weren’t really sure how to react or respond to his advances he was making towards you by leaving flowers. 

Matter of fact, you didn't even know how to bring the topic up, so you kept silent. 

Only listening to him talk about his future and his business. That the day his company blows he’ll have a reserved spot for you to work there, saying you wouldn't have to work at that grubby restaurant people call ‘fancy’ nowadays. 

You weren’t sure how to really describe his character, he was a bipolar mess in his mind. 

Sometimes he would be nice the next he would ignore you for saying something even the slightest opposite of his opinion. 

Maybe if you didn't respond back to his idea of you tagging along, this wouldn't be happening…

Once at the event, you were left alone. Tens and tens of floors up high off the ground in some nice banquet-like place. 

You were sitting by the nice couch, watching the people around you chat while they chuckled every so and so. 

Not even drinking from the glasses of champagne they were served. 

Yours was probably almost finished, just a sip or two and it would’ve been all gone by now. 

Being here made you wonder why you even accepted his request at being his plus one.

If all you were going to do was just show as his ‘date,’ look pretty beside him, and then run off and tell you to stay put somewhere. 

Almost everyone in this room knew each other, it seemed like they were all acquaintances of some sort. Like they knew each other from connections. 

So of course you felt out of place. 

You kept turning your head over to the glass windows on the right side of where you were seated, seeing as the sun sets, going lower and lower. Each hour that passes by, turning the sky into a dark shade of nocturnal blue.

Every now and then you would turn your phone on and text some of your co worker friends messages while they were on their break, asking how everything’s doing. 

Just something to get out of this boredom

Feeling a tap on the left shoulder, you turn around and get startled by his face near yours. 

“Oh god Kyrie, you have to stop doing that…” 

He leans back to his standing position, still holding a completely filled glass of champagne in his left right “I'm done with my stuff, I saw you from across the room and saw ya’ look bored.” 

“How could I not, I know no one here… And you just left-“ 

“Sh’shhh… C’mon get up, I know a much more fun place than this.” Before you could stand up, he grabs the side of your arm and almost forces you to stand up.

You two begin to head over to the door, but his walk continues to be slow, as he dismisses every colleague he knows before actually leaving. 

Once back in the car, he starts the engine of the car and begins to head over to the heart of the city again. 

You rest your head on the window looking outside, until you feel a slight touch on your leg. His arm rests lowly on your thigh, but you're too tired of his bullshit to even say anything, so you let it be…

Upon arriving, you get out of his car, and look around. Seeing how high the building was. Making you wonder if he was going to take you to another event party for his benefit. 

”Follow me.” He's already walking, and you, like a dog, follow from behind. 

The entire time with him was mainly quiet. He kept checking his phone, often texting some group chat. In the lobby, in the elevator, and outside the few doors that were in front of him. 

“Give me a second… Okay there, come on stand near me or they won't allow us in.” 

You hurried by his side, and he proceeded to walk in front of this one nice door that had faint music playing. 

Fuck, it was probably another one of his friends parties. 

God… well be ready to be sitting down somewhere again- “Hello?” 

The door opens and instantly music blasts from inside the room. He opens the door and the guy sees you standing next to him, instantly changing his tone 

“Oh my bad, come on in.” 

He opens the door wider, allowing the both of you in. 

Your eyes… Instantly widen at the sight. 

House music playing at an extreme volume, flashes of white and colored lights going around, confetti being thrown everywhere, splashes being sprayed from popping bottles around. 

Continuing to walk inside, as you kept looking around. 

“I knew this would be your kind of fun, maybe mine too…” 

He says as he drags you further to the center of the beautiful room you were standing in. 

Looking back straight ahead, your eyes catch a glimpse of someone tall, someone… familiar… 

You speed walk over to them, leaving Kyrie behind.  “Huh? Hey wait!” Hearing him in the distance, trying to catch up with you, -you get further away, almost running to the crowd.

Raising your neck to look over people's heads, you catch a glimpse of mismatched eyes. “Nikolai!” 

You see him look back and turn his head again, only to turn to look at you again. Wondering if that really was you… “Y/n!” 

Smiling at him, he begins to dismiss the crowd, having them scatter to different places, until he can come forward to you. 

He cups your cheeks, feeling your face making sure you were real and not just a delusion of his 

“H-how… What… How did you find-“  

“Y/n, who's this?” 

You hear his voice in the background. 

Nikolai stops holding your face and looks up from you to see another man standing right behind. 

Turning your head as well, at a loss for speech. ‘Shit’ 

He begins to ask questions regarding about Nikolai,

“Do you know this man? Who is he-“ 

“I'm a friend of hers, and you are?” A sly smile forms on his face while he looks at him, and talks with a much rather, softer voice. 

Not loud but clear enough to have himself heard over the loud music playing.

Kyrie tilts his head back, feeling intimidated by Nikolai’s height as he almost tries to lean over him.

Looking back and forth at the two men standing right in front of each other, you immediately put an end to this.

Dismissing Nikolai and accompanying your ‘date’ like you were supposed to 

He pulls you away from Nikolai, dragging you to where most of the drinks were being made. 

You turn your head back and look at Nikolai “Im sorry…” mouthing to him, as his arms stay crossed only glaring hard at you as you get dragged away from him.

While you were being pulled by the arm, you felt the grip let go. Turning your head back to wherever you were being directed to, -you saw yourself standing in front of a kitchen counter with many options of alcohol. 

Small bottles, big ones, tall ones, all the varieties you could think of were right there.

“Want one?” Your attention is drawn to a much older woman. 

“Here let me serve ya’ up quick!” In an attempt to refuse, she already hands you a cup filled with whatever liquid she poured into it. 

As much as you refused to accept the cup, you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders grab you harshly, slightly shaking your body.

 You flinch and tense up turning to the side to see who it was. “Give it a try, go on.” Hesitating a bit at your ‘friends’ request, he tries to pressure you into taking a few sips. “…I don't-“ 

“Just try some you'll like it~” He grabs the cup and places it near to your lips. 

The other woman, just staring with a mischievous grin on her face as she uses her hand to rest her head on the counter. 

Looking down at the filled cup and then at his eyes. He nods his head persuading you to give in.

In an instant you take the cup out of his hand with an annoyed look on your face.

“Fine, just one.” And swallow it whole without second thought.

Once it finally hits the back of your throat, your face automatically makes a sour look, sticking your tongue out coughing trying to get the taste out your mouth.

“Atta girl!” 

Hearing Kyrie say that, you turn around and face back towards the one who served you the drink.

“God what was in that thing.” 

She could only giggle and begin to talk about the look on your face once you had chugged it.

Laughing right in your face.

Nikolai, on the other hand, was resting his upper body on the balcony of the second floor of the loft. 

Where all the monochromic decorations that were scattered around the first floor kept flying up to his level from being kicked and tossed around. 

His hands were crossed, watching as ‘he’ kept trying to force another drink or two down your throat 

He had known about him, way before you had even gotten to meet him for the first time. He was trying to build his status as an entrepreneur, and recently bought a building for his new ‘upcoming company’ as a rip-off of the infamous playboy. 

Explaining all those fancy events he goes to, but he needed a plus one to prove the fact that he did have a ‘face’ already for his new upcoming, you. 

But you didn't know that, All you thought of it were to be exquisite gatherings of him and his friends.

It was a way to drag you with him, without you knowing a clue of it.

It was obvious to him from the very start

How he treated others. How he was treating you. 

Roughly about an hour had passed by already, 

He had kept his eye on you long enough, to see that by the time you weren’t being pushed from group to group, you already had far too many drinks. 

He didn't stop you though, since he wanted to see how you would respond to most of these interactions. He hadn't seen you like this 

But that was the only time Kyrie was there to stop you from doing something dumb. 

His hands were on your shoulders, yours on his arms.

“Hey! You okay? You should be glad I'm here.”

He hugged your body closely to him.

His breath reeked of alcohol. His eyebrows kept raising high at every sniffle he gave. Most importantly the way he kept touching your face trying to ‘reassure’ you.

That sorrowful look on your face, he leaned away and cupped your cheeks hurriedly. “What’s wrong…?”  He said, whispering his breath onto you. 

Your eyes began to tear up, swell every second along with the frown that you were trying not to show “…You left me behind, I- I was so scared…” 

Placing your arms on his shoulders, you grip onto his shirt hard.

”Dont…” 

“Don't what?” 

“…Don't touch- me, -get a-away” A hiccup could be heard. 

You tried shoving him away, his hands leaving you for a second, but he rapidly grabbed your face, making you look up to him. 

“I can't… I need you. Please!” His eyes were darting from you left and right, to your lips and up again.  “S-Stop, get off!” 

He was already drunk, and out of his mind. Now that his thoughts were being spoken out to you instead of his usual tone.

He forces himself onto you, latching his hands onto your waist and body, pushing you to get you on the nearest wall by the hallway. ”You're all I want, Please!” He grunts, as his hands dont stop. 

He had lured you slowly into an almost empty hallway leading to where closed doors were. 

From where he had you stopped, he pressed himself against you on a wall right beside a door. 

You wanted to break free, but you couldn’t… You were far too gone to push him off of you. 

No amount of strength could stop him off. 

With the loud music playing mostly in the main room, this place, you could hear every word he had spoken to you. “Sh sh sh. I'm not gonna hurt ya’  “

No matter how hard you tried to get him away, he suddenly gripped on your wrists holding you back from trying to resist him anymore. 

He whispered into your ear, things you didn't want to hear. And slowly his head leaned closer… and closer. 

Your side of the face pressed against the wall; eyes shut. Trying to prevent making contact with him.  

But he had no control. His breathless voice against your skin, inching closer to your face. 

He stopped for a second, taking a quick look at your face; before you feel his lips peck your cheek getting closer to your lips. 

Suddenly all the weight on you… 

Feels like it's gone. 

No more touchy hands, the elbow trying to squeeze you in. 

You could actually finally breathe.

Opening your eyes you see him scrambled across the wooden floors.

Holding his hand right above his lip. Not long before you can see a faint trail of blood following down to his chin as he tries to retain more blood from following out. 

He looked angered, brows furrowed, he was fuming. 

Not at you,  but at the person he was staring at right in front of him. 

“Get out of here.” A firm voice was heard from the hallway, but you couldn't see much as the flashing lights messed with your vision. 

Seeing Kyrie scoff at you and leave with wobbled steps, the figure in the beginning of the hallway comes closer. 

There he was. 

“Nikolai!” You turn to him in an instant.

Immediately wrapping your hands around him. 

He flinches at your reaction, but then wraps his arms around you as well. With one hand stroking your hair, and the other not too below your waist. 

He tells something to you, but you don't catch it and ignore it and continue to hug him close. 

He breaks contact and looks down at you. Holding softly both of your hands. “Let's get out of here, I know a spot just above here.” 

Nodding in agreement, you hold onto him closely by his arm, as he leads you outside the room again. 

He sighs before he takes your hand and drags you along with him, before realizing how flushed his face must be. 

Looking up at him you ask him a question regarding where he's taking you ”Where are we going?” 

“You'll see, come.”

Immediately stepping out the elevator you notice a huge change in the hallway. It's shinier, more decorations around, including plants. 

Like an actual place where people might seem to live in.

He reaches into his pocket and grabs a key, opening the door to one of the few that were in front of you. 

As he unlocks the door you're still glancing around at the atmosphere outside. Almost forgetting the whole point of why he got you outta there 

“Come in.” You hear his voice heard from inside the room. 

Trailing right behind him. 

You enter into the new place he took you, and instantly. your jaw hangs open.

The place was dazzling.

Nicely interiored, sparkling from cleanliness.

”What-…. The hell.” 

Soft music can be heard playing on vinyl nearby.

Full tall wall windows on both sides, a staircase leading to what looked like his bedroom. 

Nicely polished light wooden floors with ambient lighting all around the walls, giving the place a euphoric atmosphere. 

Gazing around, you turn to him as he's right by the kitchen prepping you a glass of water. “Was this the place you were telling me about days ago?”

He laughs a bit, coming back and handing you the water ”Something like that.” 

You're left standing there in the middle of it all, as he walks over to the staircase, telling you to come along. 

Once at the top floor which was his room, you couldn't help but look at all the nice things he had kept around. 

Touching the nice trinkets he had on his nightstand.

“ Think that's cool? Look over here.”

He rushes over to the curtains on the side wall of his bed, he opens them and and your eyes widen at the cities landscape 

“Ta~da~” He says as he makes a waving gesture with his hands

You step closer, allowing yourself to fully see it from up close. Not realizing how close you were actually next to Nikolai as well. 

His eyes looking at you, while you kept your gaze on the outside.

While looking down at all the streets, Nikolai seems to notice that faint expression on you. “ Got something on your mind? '' 

”He…He was my ride. How will I get home?”

Looking up to meet his eyes, he immediately darts, looking away and stops and ‘thinks for a quick moment,’ placing his finger on his chin.

He gets up from his little seated position and makes his way to the bed, sitting down on it. 

“I could give you this room, I'll wait until after the party, and crash the other place downstairs. “ 

He pats his hand down right beside him, almost in a way of telling you to come next to him. 

Going over and sitting there with him in silence for a bit, you let your head fall onto his shoulder.

He begins to caress your hair, holding you close, until he can hear the softness of your voice again. “Thank you…for being there earlier…” 

You raise your body up and away from his body. Then proceed to lean into his cheek. 

Giving him a small peck on the side of his face. 

“I shouldn't fall in love with you…” 

He says, but you let your arms wrap around his shoulders, looking at his eyes and at his lips.

He can't help but reciprocate your actions. 

Slowly going in, he gently begins to kiss you. Taking most of the control as his hands cup your cheeks, pulling your hair away from your face. 

You lose balance and lay flat on the bed, his face still close to yours, as his body hovers you. 

Hands on each side of you, his eyes looking everywhere. 

His face slowly inches closer to yours, as he breathes heavily. He looks as if he's going feral inside his mind.

Just as he's centimeters away from your lips, he stops

To think he was leaning in again to take it a step further, you were wrong.

Instead, leaving a small peck on the side of your lips before whispering softly “Night.” 

And proceeds to get up, as you lay there slightly curled into your own body.

Just as he's about to leave, you pull on his long black shirt… Looking up at him again with your eyes. “P-please, can you stay…Just a while” 

He’s glancing at you, for a moment it looks like he's contemplating something. 

You notice and immediately a ‘Nevermind’ comes out of your mouth.

But he hops right into the bed with you before you can say anything… He’s on his side, looking straight at you. 

“…Go to sleep now then” Kissing your forehead, you wrap your arms around him again, hugging him close, with your head just right beside his chest.

It didn't even come to your mind how close you two were.

Nodding your head, you take one last look at him before shutting your eyes closed “…Goodnight Nikolai-“  “-Kolya” 

He interrupts you, correcting you on ‘his name’ 

He continues to caress his fingers through your hair, pushing it back a little.

ᯓ★ Chuuya Nakahara

•Wine collection that dates back all the way to the 1920s

•Favorite season is fall

•Prefers to wear nice almost like dressing shoes

•Thinks older models of cars are nicer looking

•Would prefer to stay in and cook a nice dinner then eat out

•When someone is near his locked office, he'll have you stuff your mouth with his shirt that'll smell like his soft cologne while he fucks your tired pussy

•In bed he prefers to tie your hands with a tie he'll usually have around

•Around 5.6 inches, more girth than length

•Likes to bite your lip while he kisses you when he's going slow with you

•Probably has a small whip around in his room that he uses to slap your ass

ᯓ★ Fyodor Dostoesvky

•Definitely likes to keep flowers in vases around the house

•Likes to watch crime documentaries and criticizes where the person went wrong

•Seems like the type to have a small radio while doing some kind of hobby

•If he wasn't a psychopath, he'd wear a satchel around to carry his items such as books, personal items, etc.

•Likes to sit on public benches in nice areas and read his book or enjoy the scenery

•He likes to tie you up and eat your pussy out while he also watches you squirm

•Likes to wrap his hands on your hips and hold you down on his dick

•Teases you the entire way through it, then degrades you at the same time

•Likes to watch you play with yourself while he watches through the hidden cameras around your room

•Will have you keep your gaze at him and him only when he's thrusting into you

ᯓ★ Nikolai Gogol

•While liking magic tricks, he dosent know that many himself

•Most likely has a silver cigarette case even if he dosent smoke, uses it for collected items

•Is actually paler than Fyodor, considering he is anemic too. Results to him having a redder nose during winter

•Isn't actually white-haired, naturally is a level 9 to 10 blonde, but tried dying his hair very light purple during his teens years, and accidently neutralized it

•Has a thing for knitting sweaters

•Shows absolutely no mercy when going down on you, would cover your mouth and almost have you suffocate yourself with your own moans

•With his ability he would try to tease your inner thighs while he was just next room, but only when you were on a call with someone else

•Sucks the soul of your neck collarbone and upper chest, leaves very dark marks that wouldn't leave for the next days or so

•Favorite position is classic missionary, because he'll make you think it's vanilla for one night but then flip you over and onto the next position and the next

“Y/n…just really think about it-” “You know what sounds so good right now!” Cutting him off purposefully, you stand up from your chair and begin to head your way to the kitchen before stopping in your tracks to face him.

“Some muffins? Don't y'a think?” A big smile on your face as you kept cutting him off “What about-”

“Do you want blueberry or strawberry? You know what? I'll just pick last minute!”

Saying it in a giggly tone you headed to the kitchen.

You begin to take out all the ingredients from the pantry. Flour, sugar, eggs, you name it.

Bringing out the bowls, one fell on the ground creating a loud noise as it hit the kitchen floor.

“You alright dear? Need some help?” His voice could be heard, getting nearer towards you

“Uh- Uhm no I'm okay!!” Reassuring him.

You didn't want him to come to the kitchen and hear about his blabbers about trying to convince you on a kid.

Without lying, you have thought about it. As much as you would want one or two, you knew you had to say no to him. Because the dangers could be high.

So as much as your heart wanted to say yes, your head always responded with a long complicated answer leading to a no.

As these thoughts kept wandering through your head, you continued on mixing the wet ingredients perfectly and shifting the powder with the dry ingredients.

Now you weren't sure whether to use vanilla or almond extract… Or maybe both…?

Not like it mattered, Chuuya liked everything you made.

Taking out the small muffin tray pan and prepping it, you made a small little gap in the center of the dry ingredients and added the wet ingredients, continuing toefold the mixture together.

Now here came the hard part… Were you gonna use strawberries or blueberries?

Resting your hand on your chin, looking back and forth between the two berries deciding which to use, you felt a pair of lean arms slther around your waist.

Catching you off gaurd, you turn around and saw Chuuyas face in the crook of your neck as he held you, slowly rocking you side to side.

“Whichever, I don't mind” “Ugh…You're so clingy~” Trying to get out of his grasp to continue baking, he held your closer and tighter.

“Take a break, you seemed overwhelmed.” His soft voice could be heard as he whispered into your left ear.

He turned you around and kept holding you close.

Just from the close proximity, you could feel your face becoming hot as he just starred at you with half lidded eyes. “C'mon doll…”

His face leaned in closer and closer, pressing his lips against yours.

At first you tried to push him away and get your face away from his, but you knew that wouldn't work.

He kept on kissing you, slowly leading himself to your bottom lip, then to your jaw kissing it upwards and going lower.

No matter how much you tried to resist this sudden act of affection, he continued to keep his kisses close to your collarbone before stopping.

Looking at your eyes directly “You're so pretty doll.” “...What's up with you today?”

“Nothing!” He said in a whiny voice “But I think I want something sweeter than muffins today…”

He let go for a second before leaning down and grabbing your legs together, carrying your over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down! Chuu ” Hitting his shoulders in an attempt to stop and put you down “Not a chance~”

Lifting your head, you couldn't really turn your head around much, but just by the path he was going you knew where you were ending up.

You heard him slightly kick the door open and walk inside the room. Plopping you on the bed, bouncing one or two times from how he placed you.

He closed and locked the door, not letting any of the lights from the living room or kitchen nearby show, only making the room darker.

He hovered directly over you, lifting your short slip on dress up a bit in the process.

You moved to your side trying to avoid his gaze. Regarding his face caught your jaw and forced you to look at him. “Don't act stupid doll, I've read your diary when you leave it open. You want one too, but your afraid…”

“Huh” Your eyes open slightly upon hearing that.

“Promise, I'll take care of you.” His stuck pinky out waiting for you to grasp it with his.

Raising your hand to do the same. Just milliseconds before you were about to though, he shoved his lips onto yours.

Kissing you deeply, and with your hand right there he held it tightly from the wrist.

Suddenly moving his head lower

He pressed deep kisses onto your neck, causing you to moan.

Letting go of your hands, he lowered himself in between your thighs and slowly with a stern voice “Lift your dress up for me will ya doll?”

Embarrassed, you did so at a slow pace.

He pressed soft kisses on your inner thighs. But you tried to move away a bit. Because of this, his hands went to your hips to try to keep you from moving.

Keeping his soft kisses in a trail as he got to your clit. Slowly pressing his tongue on it and sucking it. Making you throw your head back on the pillows.

“Mphm, want- a taste…” He said before he trailed lower to your entrance.

Teasing you with his mouth as you kept moaning softly trying not to make so much noise.

“Don't be like that dear, I want to hear you.”

He said before he stood slightly up. And without realizing you had noticed he was already out of his pants.

He probably took them off with his spare hand while he was eating you out.

Chuuya hovered over you again, starring into your eyes, caressing your face before he kissed you deeply again, but this time teasing your entrance with his tip.

Using his pre-cum as lube.

Your were sensitive, and he knew that. This was just cruel “C-Chuuya~” “Say what?” “Please…”

“Please what dear? I need to hear it…” He brought his ear closer as he had his hand on your chin adjusting it upwards. “I need you in me please please please…”

He leaned away from you face, starring down at you. Until he picked you up and without any warning trusted into you.

“Agh~” Your hands gripped his back, as he continued to thrust into you with any warning.

“God- Ah…you're so-mgh”

Your pussy twitched around his cock, as he kept his fast pace, making you scream his name out to slow down.

He was rough, but at the same time he was loving. Telling you sweet things as he practically tortured you with his cock.

With one hand around your waist, and the other fingerings your clit, you couldn't help but whine at his roughness. “Ah~ Chuu- Chuuya…”

He kept his fast thrusts, plunging into you second by second.

You felt the tension inside you grow more. Wanting to release you heard your boyfriends voice. “Cum when I say so.”

“Mhm- Mphm~!” Nodding as twin tears fell from your cheek.

Feeling that tingling feeling down there, Chuuya wouldn't stop going hard inside of you. Only causing you to let the walls hear your scream out in agony and pleasure.

“Youre- so pretty hah~”

As you arch your back, his cock thrusting inside of you becomes sloppier. “Mph… Gonna fuck a-baby into y'a.”

His cock was so girthy and wide, he was basically forcing it into your tight little wet pussy.

Turning your head to the side in embarrassment he notices and grabs your jaw again. “Don't look away..”

You could feel your orgasm approaching, and Chuuyas as well.

He began to start to let out noisy yet sharp and heavy breaths.

While you kept moaning loudly as well as letting out deep breathy complaints.

Chuuyas mind was going wild. He held you down more and more, grabbing more of your hips to push his cock inside of you. “Cum!- for me doll, cum…”

His body and yours tensed up, slowly stopping, as he kept groaning into your ear.

Your thighs were shaking, as you finally came on his dick. allowing the tension to release.

“Hah agh- Ah~” Rolling your eyes back and arching your back once more as you felt his warm cum inside of you.

Allowing it to drip out of your fucked up pussy.

Orgasming a few seconds little later than Chuuya,

Eachothers mixing together. You held him close as you were sore from how he practically forced his cock inside of you.

You let go and laid spread on the bed, panting, trying to catch your bbreath.

Chuuya finally took his cock out of you, as it continued to drip onto your upper thighs and lower stomach.

“Mmm.. So tired..”

Chuuya swept his hair, upon hearing you say that he look at you again.

“Huh? You think I'm done with you…”

Your panting stops, you look up at him, you notice his half lidded eyes still checking you out from head to toe.

“You still have this damn dress on… I also have to make sure I fuck that baby into you…” He pressed his finger against your forehead “Got it?”

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It was the morning after a dreadful and long night.

You were snuggled tightly into the comfy bedsheets and a blanket Chuuya had brought for you after he was done with you.

It seemed like what, 2 or 3 hours of him going at it non stop?

You thought he wouldn't stop…

“Rise and shine!”

You heard the door open, and to your surprise you see Chuuya standing at the door, but with something in his hand.

“Huh… What?” Your voice was still groggy from taking him all night too. “While you were asleep, I had the muffin batter in the fridge, I just popped them out the oven here doll, try one…”

He handed you a muffin,

Taking a close look at it, -it was true. They were nicely baked and toasty at the top.

Taking a bite out of it, your eyes widen, “Mmm!”

“I picked strawberries for the muffins, even I'd I don't prefer them. Read it in your diary too.”

He then sat next to you in bed, with the plate full of muffins. He placed his hand over your shoulder causing you to fall onto his chest.

Hugging you closely

You both stayed like that until the plate had 3 little muffins left.

Maybe having a kid wouldn't be all that bad?

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