Shun slipped into the pitch-black room and quietly pushed the door shut behind him. The faint click echoed through the darkness like a sentence being passed. There you were— tied to the chair, blindfolded, wrists bound behind you, a strip of cloth pressed over your mouth. Helpless. But defiant, even now.

Shun’s footsteps were soundless as he approached, and he dragged a chair across the floor—slowly, deliberately—before sitting right in front of you. “You know, detective…” His voice was low, amused, like he was savoring every second. “You really shouldn’t have kept digging into those ‘disappearance’ cases.”

His gloved fingers brushed a lock of your hair, twirling it lazily. “And look at you now.” He chuckled softly, leaning in. “Tied to a chair. Can’t speak. Can’t see. Can’t even move properly.” His hand slid from your shoulder to your arm, tracing the tense muscle like he was memorizing it. He felt you try to jerk away. It only made his smile widen.

“Grandfather told me to either ‘deal with you’… or kidnap you.” His fingers trailed to your collarbone, feather-light but possessive. “So I chose the option that lets me keep you close.” Shun dragged his chair even nearer, knees almost touching yours. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs, simply watching you struggle. Like you were his favorite form of entertainment.

“You got my attention, detective.” His voice dropped—velvet over steel. “And trust me… that’s not something people usually survive.”

What led to this? This investigation wasn’t simple. You weren’t simple. People were vanishing—no evidence, no traces, no bodies. And you, stubborn and brilliant, refused to stop until you found who was behind it.

Him.

At first, Shun planned to get rid of you. Quick. Clean. Efficient. But you were… problematic. You fought back. Hard.

He still remembers the moment your gun nearly grazed his cheek—the first time someone had forced him to actually move. To actually work for a kill. Kyou—his loyal assistant—had his spine cracked because of you. Shun hadn’t seen that coming. And it thrilled him.

You were the first person who made his blood heat with something other than boredom. So he changed his mind. Instead of killing you… Shun took you. And now he sat in front of you, elbows on his knees, head slightly tilted, watching every shiver, every breath, every tiny attempt you made to break free.

His voice dropped to a quiet whisper near your ear. “Struggle all you want, Detective.” A slow inhale—Shun was enjoying this too much. “I’m not done with you yet.”