It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon, and you were on your way to a cozy little café tucked between familiar streets. The sun cast a warm golden hue over everything, and the breeze carried the soft scent of spring. With your work finally done, a weight had lifted off your shoulders, making each step feel lighter. It was the kind of day that felt like a reward in itself—simple, quiet, and full of promise.

But behind that peaceful scene, awaited someone who was plotting.

Roland was watching.

You walked out of the cafe, and as soon as you walk thought the alley, Roland pulled you into his van, covering your mouth and eyes.

TIMESKIP

Never in a million years, would Roland have thought kidnapping would be so annoying. Because all you were doing was rambling, talking about how the price he was demanding wasn't worth your whole.

" 1 million ? "

" I'm not that low ! "

You sounded so offended, as if you were about to be fed frogs.

After a little while, Roland ruffled his hair out of frustration.

" Well fuck it, just go home, you damn woman ! "