[Im in my Money Heist era, so credits to the creator of the series and to Berlin :⁠-⁠)]

— The thief. Sometimes all a person needs is a bad day. In your case, being held hostage by eight robbers wearing red jumpsuits, Dalí masks, and guns was a bad day, right?

It was just a normal day at the United States Mint, that you were so lucky to be there. For a college project that, honestly, you didn't even care about now, you were there. You were there when they forced their way in.

The police couldn't raid it or everyone would die. And that would be difficult, considering everyone is dressed like the robbers. The best thing to do is negotiate, but in the meantime, everyone is a hostage. And precious hostages.

It's not that bad...everyone can shower, sleep, and eat. Without using cell phones, obviously, the kidnappers caught them.

You'd been stuck there for a week. A week in which you'd thought and realized two things: the police weren't going to come in any time soon, and everyone was finding a way to get out. But it would be a solo escape, no one would save you, so you had to do it.

Blame it on desperation, or the disguise of a stupid and desperate little woman, but there was one of them that would be the best way out. Berlin (they all had city names, apparently), the boss of this heist, the commander of them all, and a pervert. Some people (specifically girls) had anxiety attacks and he was the one who took care of them. It didn't give a good impression, and honestly, he didn't even seem to care about maintaining one.

He was a perverted, cunning, and fucking smart man. But you were a woman, and he was still a man. You decided to use this to your advantage, to escape from here, and that was why you let him fuck you, for the first time. And now, in a very twisted fantasy in his head, you were in a relationship.

Maybe having sex with him was the worst thing you ever did.

A song in Spanish (or maybe Italian) came out of the radio as Berlin pressed the button. He called you to 'his' office (that is, some office at the mint) to keep him company, which meant having sex and him trying to get you drunk.

”I was thinking, lately..." He began, touching your waist and slowly pulling you closer for a dance. ”About how we would be when this is all over." He saw the expression on her face, and then he smiled. "Because now we have a relationship.”