#recruiter

She scoffed in disbelief. The recruiter sighed loud since she wasn’t moving. Gawking like a fish at him. Expecting there to be something more. He pulled the drawer open beside him, taking out his gun. Laying it on his lap to send a message. – “40 seconds.” – he let out.

The girl’s eyes widened. – “You wouldn’t.” – she giggled nervously. – “35 seconds.” – the recruiter continued, ignoring her completely. Only drawn to his watch. The girl gulped loud, jumping off the bed. In a hurry she putted on her panties and a shirt. Taking the rest of her clothing to the hallway. He exhaled deep at her departure.

Taking his glass from the coffee table. Manspreading his legs, sunken a bit down in his armchair. Taking another deep breath before sipping from his drink. Staring mindlessly in front of him. Loud stomping on the door made him quirk his eyebrow up. With an annoying sigh he set his glass down. Getting up, gun in his hand.

Knowing he would get really annoyed if it was the girl again. He hated attachments. It always seemed to be difficult with these girls. He didn’t needed them, but they always seemed to need him. The pounding on the door became more aggressive.

With one pull, he opened the door, gun pointed forwards to threaten her. Yet to his surprise he was greeted with another face. You shoved his gun out of your face like it was nothing. – “Every damn time!” – you yelled at him, flapping some mail at him. The recruiter tugged his gun away, curling up a smirk at you. – “Y/n.” – he said teasingly.

As a response you groaned loud. – “One more time and I just burn your mail!” – you called out that his mail got delivered wrong again. – “Are you calling out threats, miss Y/n?” – he responded with a teasing smile. As a response, you threw his mail at him. It made him pull his arm up, to block it from hitting his face.

The letters scattering around on the ground. – “Last call!” – you warned him before taking off. The recruiter bend down to collect a few envelopes. Smirking as he watched you return to your door on the same floor.

Taking the last of his mail, he closed the door. Tossing his mail with little importance away. Taking his drink again, he gulped the entire content down in one breath. Filling his glass again. Again and again till he drunk passed out on the bed.

Already ready the next day to recruit. Suitcase in his hand. Scurrying off the metro stations. Looking for willing victims to manipulate into playing. Handing out slaps with each loss. Filling his body with more alcohol.

Return the flirting of some girls, knowing he could get quick pounds from them. Return home, clean his gun and drink even more. Play, pleasure, drink, repeat. Day in and day out. It was always the same that he had become numb to it. Uncaring and heartless.

Numbly, he carried himself up the stairs back to his apartment. Body moving on auto-pilot. With a heavy sigh, he stopped at a door. Swiping his hand over the door lock. Pressing dizzily his code in. Grabbing for the handle immediately.

Not budging as he furrowed his brows thoughtfully. Again he let his hand swipe over the keypad to unlock his door. Entering his code, he reached for the door handle once more, suddenly aware to the negative sound that became aware to him. Confusingly he stared at the keypad. Wondering if he got his code wrong.

“What are you doing?” – he suddenly heard, making him turn his head. Curling up a smile at your presence. – “I’m trying to get inside my apartment.” – he responded with a point at the door. – “You mean MY apartment.” – you responded approaching him.

He furrowed his brows confused. – “No this is…” – he started as you came standing beside him. Pointing clearly at the number on your door. He leaned in closer, eyes widening. – “Oh.” – he let out making you look sarcastically back at him. – “Your apartment is over there.” – you pointed three doors down the hallway.

He bowed to you to apologize, mumbling out an apology. You crossed your arms, tilting your head at him. – “What happened to you?” – you asked hinting at the blood on his suit and face. The recruiter suddenly became aware of his appearance, chuckling charmingly. You sighed loud, letting your hand swipe over the keypad.

Entering your code, opening the door afterwards. He lingered in the hallway as you sighed loud. – “Are you coming in or what?” – you called out. He blinked confused at you. Clearing his throat before entering. You closed the door behind him, ordering him to sit.

He took a good look around at your apartment. With a roll of your eyes, you pressed down on his shoulder, forcing him to sit down. He swallowed nervously sitting down. Watching as you searched your cabinets for something. Returning moments later. You came standing in front of him, taking the wet cloth in your hand.

Without a word, you moved his head a bit back. Gently cleaning his face. Wiping the blood smudges off him. He couldn’t stop staring up at you. Wondering how you would see him. Wondering how despite everything, you were still here helping him out.

Something he never asked you for. Knowing he had pointed several guns at you. – “I don’t even want to know what you did, but overall it seems decent.” – you spoke hinting at his face. – “You should see the other guy.” – he responded with a smile.

You paused your tending, glaring at him. – “You know one day this isn’t going to be funny anymore.” – you spoke taking a step back. You wanted to return to the kitchen when you got held into place. His grip firm around your wrist, tugging you back in front of him.

Surprised, you blinked curiously back at him. Wondering what was going on in his head. The recruiter observed you. Took a tentative eye on you. – “Stop staring.” – you spoke pushing his head back by your finger. He chuckled thoughtfully once you had returned to the kitchen.

Wondering how he was acting differently around you. If it was any other girl that taunted him like that, he would’ve pulled his gun out already. So why did he let it slip with you. You returned to him, hinting at his shirt. – “Take it off.” – you told him. He quirked his eyebrow teasingly up.

“I bet you don’t even know how to wash properly.” – you added to erase all his sudden dirty mind. He took it off, giving it to you. You left for the washing room. You got startled when he suddenly stood behind you. Shirtless and flashing some money at you. – “For your services.” – he said moving the folded money between his fingers at you.

You pushed his hand back by his wrist. – “I’m not that cheap.” – you responded. Confused he looked down at his money. Curious to why you wouldn’t accept it for your services. Any other person would’ve jumped at the it. – “I can bring your shirt to you if you are busy.” – you went on, brushing past him.

Hinting that he shouldn’t wait here till his shirt was done cleaning.  – “Are you hungry?” – he responded. Hearing it clear in the tone of his voice. He didn’t do well when he was alone. He’d fall back in his ways, cause he was heartless.

In here he tried to be a better man, despite being heartless. Something with you bringing it up to him. You shrugged your shoulders. – “Let me treat you.” – he added, willingly resisting to leave. Knowing who he would become if he stepped out of that door. He ordered take-out over the phone, unable to stop staring at you. 

You had given him a shirt in the meantime to appear decent. He quirked his brows up at the shirt with a stuffed bunny on it. – “Shut up, I could’ve given you a crop top beside this.” – you called out that he shouldn’t complain. He chuckled humorously. He paid the delivery man in a matter of seconds. Slamming the door in his face afterwards. He set the food down when his phone rang. Sighing loud, he picked up.

You glanced curiously at him, hearing him speak in a different tone. A manufactured voice. His expression changing with it. Becoming charmingly lifeless. Despite him throwing accusations and calling the person out, he remained stiffly decent. His words not matching his attitude. A coldness.

After the phone call, his attitude seemed to change. – “Let’s eat.” – he gestured at the food. You lowered your gaze. He kept his gaze on you. Wondering if one day you would give up on him. Unsure how you saw him. Trying to do better around you, he apologized for any inconvenience. Not wanting to be heartless here. You gave him a brief smile.  

After diner and once his shirt was clean, you gave it back to him. He bowed out of respect to you. – “Thank you Y/n.” – he spoke. You showed him the door. Hesitantly he stepped out into the hallway. With one heavy sigh, his ways changed. Back to his ways, cause he’s heartless.  

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