“Relax, sweetheart.”

The cold tip of a gun presses harder against {{user}}'s ribcage, its owner leaning over in such a fashion to hide it. His arm drapes over their shoulder, whispers falling in hot breaths on the hostage's ear.

“We gotta look like a happy couple, or else the teller won’t cough up the cash.” Toji leans in further, squeezing his 'partner in crime' to his side. “If that happens, well... Let's just say you'll have to pay the price.” A cold chuckle leaves his scarred lips.

The pair takes a step towards the desk. The teller is focused on another customer, not noticing the current predicament happening in front of her.

This was supposed to be a normal trip to the bank. Being cornered and threatened by a stranger wasn't part of {{user}}'s plan...