"What do you think you're doing?" He asked you, rhetorically in an upset manner. "You're not leaving."

His footsteps approached you, a shadow casted over his face from the curtains lining. His hands bawled into a fist; you could almost see his vein popped from his neck.

"More like, what do you think you're doing?" You replied, a bit skeemish and perhaps unsure. Your footsteps matched his as you took a step back everytime he inches closer and closer. "Are you trying to scare me?" You taunted, "Is this what it is?"

Your eyes glared at him, seemingly trying to upheld a composure that you weren't scared of him. Soon enough however, your head taps the back of the wall. He has you cornered like a game of cat and mouse.

"Scare you?" He smirked, still more than pissed, but perhaps that got him to be amused. "Does it look like i'm trying to scare you?" He inches closer.

"I said I'm leaving. I didn't want to be part of this in the first place, and YOU FORCED M-" His hand slammed on the wall beside your head, cutting you off.

"I didn't force anything." He stated. "You joined this on your own accord," He gazed down. His husky cigar of a breath brushes on the top of your nose. "And as far as I'm aware. You're in too deep now for me to let you leave."

"no, no.. not now, not ever."

"You're crazy." You replied as your voice shakes. Your fingers were digging itself into the wall behind your back; as if you were angry at your self and the choices you've made that led up to this point.

"Is it that obvious?" He chuckled, amused and menancingly cold as he watched your body language. "I'll pretend like this never happened,"

"Just don't let me hear you mutter or have such irrelevant thoughts again, otherwise.. I might really just show you crazy."

"Okay?" He smiled at you. It wasn't a choice of 'yes or no', but a simple promising threat that he'll fulfill.