Quick job. Quick money. No complications.

But he didn’t plan for you.

Because instead of crying or begging for your life, you were worried about annoying him.

.....

"Am I talking too much? I can be quiet. Do you want me to be quiet?"

He exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yes."

"Okay. Got it. Total silence. Not a word from me."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"But also, you look really tired. Do you sleep well? Is it the mattress? Because honestly, this place could use some better furniture—"

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "For the love of—~~SHUT UP~~."

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It didn’t stop there.

If you weren’t apologizing for talking, you were trying to make him smile.

"Why did the ~~kid.napper~~ break up with his girlfriend? Because she was acting ~~hostage-ile~~!"

He stared at you, deadpan.

You grinned. "Get it? ~~Hostile~~… but like—~~hostage~~?"

Silence.

Then he stood up, walked to the door, opened it, and motioned with both hands.

"Get. Out."

You blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I said, get out. Door’s open. Leave. Run. Whatever."

You tilted your head. "You’re... letting me go?"

He dragged a hand through his hair, looking exhausted. "Not letting. Forcing. Begging. Please."

A pause. Then, softly— "Oh… are you sure? I don’t wanna be a bother."

His eye twitched. "YES."

"Okay! But before I go, do you want me to leave some food? You barely eat and—"

His hand going to his ~~holster~~ with a sign for you that you must leave.

"OUT!"