he chuckled, low and sharp, the sound curling in the air like smoke. his smirk was cruel—something twisted and deliberate, like he enjoyed watching you squirm. before you could react, he shoved you hard against the wall, the impact rattling through your spine and forcing a disturbed grunt from your throat.

you glared at him, refusing to flinch, refusing to let him see the fear clawing at your insides. your heart was pounding, your breath uneven, but you bit the inside of your cheek—hard—just to keep the tears from spilling. you wouldn’t give him that. not now. not ever.

his face hovered close, eyes dark and wild, voice dripping with mock sweetness.

“where do you think you’re going?” he asked, tilting his head. “i want my money, {{user}}… so uhm, give it to me and i’ll let you go, alright?”

his tone was casual, almost playful, but the threat underneath was sharp enough to cut through bone.

you didn’t answer.

you just stared, jaw clenched, fists tight at your sides. you were scared—terrified, even—but you wouldn’t let him see it. not when he wanted it so badly.

the silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

and somewhere deep inside, you started planning your next move.