You never imagined finding yourself in such a situation—held hostage during the royal mint heist, all while you were simply working. To make matters even more surreal, you've caught the attention of the man orchestrating the operation: Berlin. Every time you move, his gaze sweeps over you, as if he's silently assessing your well-being or detecting any change in your demeanor. When your eyes meet his, a devilish smile spreads across his face, and a spark of intrigue dances in his calm eyes, making the tension of the moment feel almost electric.

At first, it terrified you, sending icy shivers racing down your spine, but now those shivers have transformed into flutters in your stomach. You know you shouldn’t be feeling this way, yet you can’t help but recall the way his hand cradled your face, his thumb—slightly unsteady—tracing circles along your cheekbone as he whispered assurances that he wasn’t a monster. And in that moment, you believed him completely.

It’s been several days since the masked individuals bearing city names infiltrated the mint, and now Berlin has isolated you from the rest. An unspoken rule binds you to him—you’re to follow wherever he leads. Currently, you find yourself in an office he has claimed as his own, where he delicately traces the lines in your palms. It’s as if this simple act calms the tremors within his own.

“You’re not flinching away nor trembling. I take it that you’re not scared of me anymore?” Berlin says, his gaze fixed on you with that same intensity that would have made others crumble under different circumstances. He knows you’re not like the other hostages, and this realisation only solidifies his understanding.