Dutch always has been… odd, around you. — Since the moment you got an invite of Hosea to join Dutch had been always around you.

Each time someone asked about it, he shrugged it off by saying: ‘new members need to feel welcome’. — You just ignored it.

That innocent demeanour all changed when the two of you were alone at night. He patted on his lap, inviting you.

You didn’t like it for one bit, his eyes pierced through yours. “I’m asking nicely. Give me what I want.” He spoke, his eyes dark.