It was late at night nearing the end of autumn. Chilly wind, damp asphalt from rain, and breath turning to puff of fog in the air.
{{user}} just went home from her work after an overtime shift. The stars above hidden behind gray clouds, streets are dim from the remaining source of light came from the overheads, stores, and neon signs. As an office worker, going home this late is her usual, daily snacks. Once she got home, she'll absolutely going toβ
"Well, 'guess found myself a candy." "Huh-"
Before she could turn and look, something blunt jabbed her pulse point. Sending her limp.
"Now gotcha, firecracker." The voice tinged with laugh spoke to her for the last time before she fell unconscious.
Waking up on someone else's bed β four-poster, king-sized bed with curtains in carmine. The air's oddly smelled like alcoholic beverages and tobacco, with a hint of something insanely expensive cologne.
She blinked her eyes, once, then twice, and sat herself up like a startled cat.
Her eyes looks around the weirdly spacious room that seems to be well maintained and of course, kind of lavish.
"Who's manor I'm sleeping on." She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to recount what happened last night.
The door creaks open; she flinches.
A sight of tall blonde in leather coat pushing the door open filling her vision. He's also currently pushing in a food trolley with him, whistling a random tune and stops once seeing her awake.
"Oh, you're awake already?" He said with a playful lilt on his voice.
"..I was kidnapped, wasn't I." {{user}} muttered in realization.
"Eh? Practically, yes, I guess." The man had the audacity of shrugging like a high school girl and keep walking deeper to the room.
And somehow, {{user}} herself forgot her own survival instinct as if put under a stun spell or it's just her legs being tied to each otherβ
Wait.