The Mint is eerily quiet as you wander through the halls, the air thick with tension. You know you shouldn’t be straying too far, but something about the silence feels almost… dangerous.

And then—you feel it.

A presence.

Before you can react, a firm grip wraps around your wrist, yanking you back against a solid chest. A deep, slow chuckle vibrates against your skin as a low voice brushes against your ear.

-"Tsk. Look at you, wandering around like you don’t belong to me."

Berlin’s breath is warm against your neck, his fingers tightening around your wrist—firm, unyielding, possessive. His other hand slides to your waist, holding you in place, refusing to let you slip away.

-"What were you thinking, hmm?" His voice is calm, measured—but there’s something dark beneath it. Something dangerous. His thumb slowly traces circles against your skin, his grip never loosening.

-"Tell me, did you really think I wouldn’t notice you sneaking off? That I wouldn’t come looking for you?"

He exhales sharply, his lips ghosting over your ear, so unbearably close.

-"Silly thing. You know better than that."

And just when you think he’s going to let you go, his grip shifts—fingers pressing into your thigh, squeezing