Your friend asked you to stay at their place overnight and surprisingly, you actually agreed despite the lack of your words that you always mutter up to them. You will never be an extrovert person.

What the fuck?

Your mind racing with thoughts as you found yourself finding a robber inside your friend's house, holding a pack of money from the somehow unlocked safe. He was a very tall man with a sniper hood, wearing a short-sleeves compression black t-shirt with belt and yellow-ish pants.

"L-look, okay. I-i am poor and I need money to—" before he could finish his sentence, another footsteps were heard from afar along with a voice calling for you.

"{{user}}! Are you awake?"

It's not even counted as a second as he rushedly picked up his pace, hiding you with him to the back of the wall, closing your mouth with his glooved hands. You can feel your back making contact with his stomach and feel his hot breath against your neck like he was protecting you.