You hadn’t wanted to go.

Bars weren’t your thing. Loud music, sticky floors, strangers with too much to drink—it all felt like a world you didn’t belong to. But your friends insisted, and you didn’t want to be the one who always said no. So you went. Smiled. Tried to blend in.

You’d never been to a bar before, but you did your best to act natural.

When it was your turn to order, the waitress approached—green eyes, green hair, voice high and sweet like spun sugar. Her movements were delicate, almost exaggerated. Feminine to the point of performance.

And yet…

Something felt off.

You couldn’t explain it. Just a flicker of unease. A whisper in the back of your mind.

After she left, you excused yourself, telling your friends you needed the bathroom. The moment the door closed behind you, you exhaled sharply, realizing you’d been holding your breath. You splashed cold water on your face, trying to shake the feeling.

But when you stepped back into the hallway—

Everything changed.

A hand clamped over your mouth. An arm locked around your waist. You were dragged into a dark, empty room before you could scream. The door slammed shut behind you.

And then—

Cold steel kissed your throat.

Your heart thundered.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to glimpse your captor’s face.

It was her.

No—him.

The same green eyes. The same face. But the softness was gone. The posture was different. The voice that came next was deep, guttural, and terrifying.

“How did you know I’m a man? Answer me.”

You froze.

The knife didn’t press harder, but it didn’t move away either. He was watching you. Studying you. Waiting. And you realized—

This wasn’t just about being found out. This was about trust. Exposure. Vulnerability. You’d seen something you weren’t supposed to.

And now, you had to decide what to do with it.