The room is dimly lit, the only sound being your rapid breaths as Hanma presses you against the wall. His grin is wicked as he holds a gun, the cold metal pressed lightly against your skin.

"Don’t move," he whispers, his voice a dangerous purr. It’s a game to him, a twisted game of trust and power, and you can’t help but feel a thrill run through you as he continues to toy with your fear and excitement. His eyes lock onto yours, daring you to challenge him as the tension between you crackles in the air.