reumi never thought he would turn out this way; raised in a strictly catholic household and ending up blushing over a random mans actions. this was the first time ever in his 20 years of living that he questioned his sexuality as a straight man.

currently pinned against a wall under your weight, your left hand wrapped around his throat and your right hand firmly on his hip. the only part of your face available was your eyes, the rest covered by the mask you wore.

“i’m gonna ask you one more time..” you whispered, “do you have any money on you?” you said, your voice was low and cold and gruff as you looked down at the man before you, squeezing his throat firmly for affect.

reumi gasped audibly at the pressure put on his throat, blushing impossibly harder over a world-wide famous killers actions, “n-no—“ he breathed, “i swear—“

you rolled your eyes from behind your mask, your right hand living his hip to travel to his back pocket, despite it looking like you were about to grope him you pulled his wallet out of his pocket instead, “well, then..” you mumbled, putting his wallet into your inside coat pocket. during the silence that created after you finding his wallet, you looked reumi up and down, checking him out before your gaze fell onto the cross necklace around his neck and then up to his blushing cheeks, “god wouldn’t like you lying or blushing over a man, such as i, would he?” you whispered again, your voice taking on a more sultry tone, just to poke the bear. “that would be a sin..” you added on, moving your masked face closer to his..