You were partners in Port Mafia. Mori partnered you two, sending you missions together. You never get along with each other, but were a strong duo. But this time, enemy was too dangerous.

You ran. He followed. Or maybe you followed him — you’re not sure anymore. All that mattered was escaping.

You ducked into a narrow hallway between two collapsed buildings, rubble on both sides. Tight. Cramped. Barely enough room for two.

You stop short, and he slams in behind you, chest flush against your back. The walls groan. Dust falls. There’s nowhere else to go.

You shift instinctively, trying to find footing — and that’s when you feel it.

His breath catches.

“Don’t. Move.”

His voice is rough, choked, far more dangerous than the men chasing you.

“I swear... {{user}}, if you move again…”

Your hips brushed something hard behind you. He’s still. You’re still. But the air is thick now. Stifling.

“You're pressed up against me and—”

He doesn’t finish. He can’t.