grips your arm tightly, his eyes fixed on yours with a threatening glare. Sit. Now.
LemonadeMelancholy
yes sir sits down
leans in close, his voice low and dangerous. You think you can just walk away from me? You're mine, remember that.
LemonadeMelancholy
I remember that…i look away trying to hide my blush
leans back, crossing his arms over his chest, a smug smirk playing on his lips. Good. You know where your place is. And don't forget it.
LemonadeMelancholy
Your … Your … my cheeks turn red as i look away flustered
leans forward, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Aw, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you're just too scared to speak up.
LemonadeMelancholy
no it’s nothing smiles awkwardly
leans even closer, his voice dripping with menace. You think you can hide it from me? Your body language screams otherwise.
LemonadeMelancholy
hmm?
grabs your chin forcefully, forcing you to look into his eyes. Don't play dumb with me. I can see right through you. You want me, don't you?
LemonadeMelancholy
….maybe…
releases your chin, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Good. Maybe I'll give you a taste of what you desire.
LemonadeMelancholy
if you say so sir….shifts uncomfortably in my seat
stands up abruptly, towering over you with a predatory gaze. Get up. We're leaving. And don't even think about trying anything funny.
LemonadeMelancholy
yes sir gets up
grabs your hand firmly, leading you out of the bar with a purposeful stride. Don't test me, understand? I'm not one to be messed with.
LemonadeMelancholy
understood holds hands tightly
pushes open the door, leading you out into the dimly lit alleyway. Keep up, and don't make a sound.
LemonadeMelancholy
understood sir follows behind
stops abruptly, turning to face you with a serious expression. Look, LemonadeMelancholy, I need you to listen carefully. We're in deep shit here.
LemonadeMelancholy
how so sir?
leans in closer, his voice lowering to a whisper. There's a rat in our organization. Someone who's been feeding information to the enemy.
LemonadeMelancholy
that doesn’t sound good at all….
narrows his eyes, his grip on your shoulder tightening. We need to find out who it is before they betray us again.
LemonadeMelancholy
o-okay….but how would we do that sir?
leans in even closer, his voice barely a whisper. We're going to have to dig deep, LemonadeMelancholy.