Note: this is only the kidnapped!route, the escaped!route is currently underway
Hang out with old friends (:
Endure the attentions of a very excitable man
See your brother (?)
See your other "brother" (?)
Know even more about your family
Learn skills that will save you in the long run (maybe...)
Spend some time self-reflecting or doubling down
Perhaps acquire another bodyguard...
Potentially see the POV of other characters
3 methods of escape with their own variations
Try not to die it would be so lame
Changes:
New 'YOU' tab revamp
Saves can officially be named now
New pronoun system
New text for trans players + deadnames
Dark and Sepia themes
(HEAVILY recommended to restart on a new save + sometimes itch is weird and you need to refresh the page for the newer version (the tell would be if you get the option to choose pronouns or not))
i could just go on and on about this one, don't even get me started.
cw: mention of blood, weapons, typical mafia stuff
⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨ ♱ ୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹
Mafia!Boyfriend who keeps his line of work far out of your reach, though he knows that won't keep you safe on its own. He constantly keeps you within his or his men's line of sight, primarily in public settings. He keeps a firm hand your lower back or waist when he walks with you in larger crowds to not only to soothe you in the midst of chaos, but to hold you close to him.
Mafia!Boyfriend who doesn't have too many rules for you, except for two major ones. Never lie to him, and never leave without him or one of his guards with you. He doesn't typically care where you go, he trusts you completely. However, he knows how scary the city can be, and needs you to understand that. He's a little traumatized, so it's only natural.
On a brighter note, you've become close friends with your guards. it's like having a small unit of armed besties.
Mafia!Boyfriend who can just be so paranoid sometimes. You ran into the wall earlier and have a bruise on your arm? Definitely questions you about it. Your location pinged a little too close to the hospital? Expect a quick phone call, just to be sure. He doesn't see himself as overbearing and he wouldn't care if you see it that way. He's does what he believes is best for you (with actually good intentions).
Mafia!Boyfriend who teaches you how to properly use a gun, but doesn't ever give you one or allow you anywhere near his own weapons. He flinches when you find one of his good knives and you taunt him by just barely poking the tip. What you don't expect is just how sharp it really is and draw a little blood, and that pisses him off. He punishes you by pouring rubbing alcohol on the tiny wound, which you squeal from. Afterward he might give you another lecture on not touching his stuff.
Mafia!Boyfriend who is absolutely enamored by you. He calls you things like, "darling", "sweetheart", etc. He doesn't allow you to speak ill of yourself, and will call you out on it. If someone even dares to be rude to you, they will be dealt with accordingly. Someone once made a snarky remark about how you made him "weak", but couldn't even finish the sentence before the barrel of his gun was pressed against their temple. It was just a warning, but he never had any issues after the incident.
A dangerous man and a heavy emotion like love is not a healthy mix, but he can't live without you. He will do whatever it takes to keep you in his life, whatever the cost may be.
I still think that whenever people get incredulous when they hear that Eureka has combat rules even though it’s an investigation-based game what they’re imagining is the party is investigating when they suddenly encounter 1D6 mobsters or vampires or something that they have to wordlessly fight for an hour and a half of session time to get EXP then go back to the investigating.
A Request By My Lovely Friend @KariNeko From Ko-fi. I Hope You Guys Liked It. This Fic was Very Enjoyable to Write, So I Hope You All Feel The Same Too.
The black hood came off with a sudden jerk, and the harsh light of a single hanging bulb made you squint. The room was concrete, cold, and smelled of dust and power. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the silence. Then you saw Minjeong, tied to a chair across from you, her eyes wide with a terror that mirrored your own. A strip of silver tape was slapped over her mouth.
The click of heels on the concrete floor snapped your attention to the side. She emerged from the shadows like a nightmare given form. Impeccably dressed in a sharp black suit, her hair fell in a dark, silky wave. She was stunningly beautiful, a fact that made the entire situation feel even more surreal.
“Comfortable?” Her voice was smooth, low, and carried an absolute authority that left no room for question.
“Who are you? Let us go!” you demanded, pulling against the ropes securing your own wrists.
A slow, razor-sharp smile cut across her lips. “I’m Karina. And ‘us’ is not part of the deal.” She gestured a gloved hand toward Minjeong. “She is leverage. You are the prize.”
She paced slowly in front of you, her eyes raking over your body with a possessiveness that made your skin crawl. And yet, a treacherous heat began to pool in your gut. Fuck, why now?
“I saw you with her last night,” Karina continued, her tone conversational, as if discussing the weather. “At that little bistro. The way you laughed… it was mine. I decided then. I take what I want.” She stopped directly in front of you, her Presence filling the space. “And I want you. I want to ruin you for anyone else.”
“Go to hell,” you spat.
Karina’s smile didn’t falter. She nodded to a large man by the door, who immediately drew a pistol and pressed it against Minjeong’s temple. A muffled sob escaped from behind the tape.
“The terms are simple,” Karina stated, her voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “You agree to be mine. You serve me, in every way I require. You become my husband in every sense that matters to me. Or I put a bullet in your pretty little girlfriend’s brain right now. Choose.”
Your blood ran cold. Minjeong’s pleading eyes were locked on yours. There was no choice. There was only survival. “Don’t hurt her,” you whispered, the fight draining out of you. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Karina purred, leaning in close. Her perfume was intoxicating, something expensive and floral that clawed at your senses.
“Please… I’ll do it. I’ll be what you want.” The words tasted like ash.
“Good boy.” She straightened up and waved the guard away. “Untie him. Leave us.” The guards complied, cutting your ropes and untying Minjeong before dragging her, still struggling, from the room. The door clanged shut, leaving you alone with her.
Your arms ached as circulation returned. Karina closed the distance between you, her hand coming up to cup your jaw. Her thumb stroked your cheek, and the touch, though gentle, felt like a brand. Oh god.
“Such a pretty thing,” she murmured. “Built so well. I’m going to enjoy breaking you in.” Her other hand went to the buckle of your belt. You stood frozen, a rabbit caught in the gaze of a snake, a traitorous thrum of anticipation mixing with your fear.
She worked your jeans open, her movements efficient and sure. She pushed them down your hips, her knuckles brushing against your hardening cock through your boxers. The contact was electric, and a low, involuntary groan was ripped from your throat. Fuck, no. Don’t.
Karina’s eyes lit up with dark delight. “Oh, you like that? You’re already getting hard for me. You pathetic, eager little slut.” Her words were a lash, but they only made your cock twitch harder, straining against the cotton. What is wrong with me?
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of your boxers and pulled them down, freeing your erection into the cool air. She wrapped her elegant fingers around your shaft, and her grip was perfection—firm, knowing. Her skin is so soft.
“Look at this,” she cooed, stroking you slowly from root to tip, a slick smear of pre-cum already beading at the head. “This beautiful cock belongs to me now. It will only ever be for me. You understand? You will only ever spill your seed for me.”
You could only nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she worked your length. Her thumb circled the sensitive head, and your hips bucked forward of their own accord.
“Such a hungry little thing,” she laughed, a sound like shattered glass. “But you’re not just a good fucktoy, are you? No. You’re more than that. You’re going to be the perfect vessel. I’m going to keep you filled with my cunt, keep you pumping your load so deep inside me every day until it takes. Until my womb is full of you.”
The crude, breeding-focused declaration should have horrified you. Instead, a wave of raw, animal lust crashed over you. Your self-respect, your love for Minjeong—it all began to fray at the edges, burned away by the intense heat of Karina’s corruption.
She released your cock, and the loss of contact made you whimper. She undid her own trousers, pushing them and her black lace panties down just enough to expose her bare cunt to you. She was already glistening, her folds swollen and wet. She’s so ready.
“Now,” she commanded, her voice dripping with carnal authority. “Fuck me. Claim what’s yours. Breed your new wife.”
You were lost. The last vestiges of your resistance crumbled. You grabbed her hips, your fingers digging into the expensive fabric of her suit jacket, and guided your cock to her entrance. You pushed inside in one smooth, relentless thrust.
Oh, Jesus. Her cunt was an inferno, tight and slick and perfect. It clenched around you like a fist, and a guttural, broken moan tore from your throat. Karina’s head fell back, a string of filthy praises and degradations pouring from her lips.
“Yes! That’s it, you fucking animal! Ram that perfect cock into me! God, you feel so good stretching me open, you were made for this, just to be my personal breeding stud!”
You set a punishing rhythm, pistoninG into her, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the barren room. Her nails clawed at your back through your shirt. You could feel the coil of your orgasm building already, a tight, desperate pressure in your balls. I’m not gonna last.
“I’m close,” you grunted, your forehead pressed against her shoulder.
“Not yet,” she hissed, her own breathing ragged. She reached between your bodies, her fingers finding her clit. She rubbed tight, frantic circles there, her hips grinding against yours. “You don’t get to come until I do. You’ll hold it for me, my good boy.”
You tried to hold back, to slow down, but the sensation was too much. Her inner muscles fluttered around your cock, and her moans pitched higher, becoming screams of pure ecstasy. Her body went rigid in your arms, and a hot gush of her release coated your pounding length.
“Now!” she shrieked, her eyes rolling back. “Fill me up! Give me everything! Breed me!”
The command shattered the last of your control. With a roar that was part anguish, part absolute surrender, you plunged into her one last time, as deep as you could possibly go, and erupted. Your orgasm was a tidal wave, a white-hot flood of release that seemed to pull the very soul from your body. Your cock jerked violently inside her, pumping jet after jet of your cum deep into her willing, clutching cunt.
You collapsed against her, spent, but Karina held you tight, her arms locking around you. “Don’t you dare pull out,” she whispered harshly in your ear. “You stay inside me. I want to feel every last drop.”
You obeyed, limp and conquered. You stayed buried inside her warmth, your softening cock still nestled in the slick, creamy mess you’d made of her. She rocked her hips in tiny, slow circles, milking the last aftershocks from you, each slight movement making you twitch and gasp at the overwhelming sensitivity. You could feel your own cum, hot and wet, starting to leak out around where you were still joined.
Karina nuzzled your neck, her voice a purr of supreme satisfaction. “See? No one will ever have you like I do. No one will ever make you feel this.."
The cold concrete bit into your back, a stark contrast to the fevered heat of Karina’s body still straddling yours. Her internal muscles gave one last, possessive clench around your softening cock, milking the final drops from you as she rose, a satisfied queen leaving her throne. The air hit your wet skin, raising goosebumps.
Her eyes, dark and impossibly deep, pinned you to the floor. That razor-sharp smile returned. “Again.”
The command was a bullet. You blinked, spent and disbelieving. Again?
She turned her back to you, presenting herself. With deliberate slowness, she bent over, bracing her hands on her knees. The sharp lines of her suit jacket framed the perfect, round curves of her ass. She looked back over her shoulder, her gaze burning into you.
“Not there,” she purred, her voice dropping to a husky, intimate register that vibrated through your bones. “I want you somewhere much, much tighter.”
Your eyes flickered to Minjeong. She was straining against her bonds, a fresh wave of silent sobs shaking her shoulders, her eyes screaming what her taped mouth could not.
“Eyes on me,” Karina snapped, the playful purr vanishing, replaced by forged steel. “Your attention is a gift you will only ever bestow upon me. Now. Look at what you’re about to take. Look at what belongs to you.”
Her hands went to the cheeks of her ass, spreading them apart. There, between that magnificent, toned flesh, was her other hole—a tight, puckered rosebud that seemed to clench under your gaze. The audacity of it, the raw, filthy vulnerability of the act she was demanding, sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to your cock, which began to stir back to life against your will.
“Lick it,” she commanded, her voice leaving no room for debate. “Wet it for your cock. I want to feel your tongue before I feel you split me open.”
A strangled sound caught in your throat. You looked at Minjeong again, your heart a mess of shame and a terrifying, burgeoning hunger. Karina followed your gaze and laughed, a low, cruel sound.
“She can watch you worship my ass. It’s the closest she’ll ever get to it.”
You were moving before you could consciously decide to, driven by a compulsion deeper than fear. You got on your knees behind her, the cold floor seeping into your skin. You leaned in, your nose filled with her musky, feminine scent. Your tongue darted out, a tentative stroke against that tight little pucker.
Karina gasped, a genuine sound of surprise and pleasure that morphed into a low, encouraging moan. “Yes… just like that… such a good boy for me…”
Her praise, as degrading as it was, ignited something in you. You lapped at her, your tongue circling and probing, tasting the faint, clean sweat on her skin, feeling the intimate texture of her. You buried your face in her, your hands gripping her hips to hold her steady as you serviced her. You were her thing, her creature, and this was your purpose. Minjeong’s muffled cries became a distant soundtrack to your depravity.
When she was slick and open from your mouth, Karina pushed back against your face, grinding against your tongue one last time before pulling away. “Now. Fuck me. And don’t you dare be gentle.”
Your own arousal was a painful, throbbing demand now. You guided the head of your rock-hard cock to her newly lubricated entrance. It was impossibly tight, a ring of fire resisting you. You pushed, your muscles straining, and with a low, guttural groan from both of you, you popped inside.
“Fuck!” Karina hissed, her back arching violently. “God, yes… so full… you’re stretching me so good…”
You began to move, a slow, torturous slide that made you see stars. The heat, the tightness—it was overwhelming, a slick, clenching vise around your shaft that was miles tighter than her cunt. Each thrust was a conquest, a violation she commanded and adored. You grabbed her hips, finding a brutal, punishing rhythm, slamming into her with a force that shook her entire body. The lewd, wet sound of your coupling filled the room, a filthy metronome marking your surrender.
“Harder!” she screamed, pushing back against you to meet every thrust. “Give it all to me! I want to feel you lose yourself in my ass!”
You were close, so close, the coil in your gut winding to a breaking point. Your eyes were squeezed shut, lost in the sensation, in the degrading, incredible pleasure of taking her like this.
“Open your eyes,” she demanded, her voice ragged but still in control. “Look at her. I want you to see her face when you fill me.”
Your eyes flew open, meeting Minjeong’s. Her face was a mask of horror and heartbreak, tears streaming down her cheeks. The sight should have cooled your ardor, but it only stoked the dark fire Karina had lit inside you. You were fucking this beautiful, powerful woman, claiming her in the most primal way, and your former love could do nothing but watch.
“I’m… I’m gonna come…” you grunted, your thrusts becoming erratic, desperate.
“Do it,” Karina moaned, clenching around you rhythmically, milking your orgasm from you. “Breed my ass… mark your territory…”
With a final, deep plunge, you buried yourself to the hilt and erupted. Your orgasm was a silent scream, a seismic release that ripped through you as you pumped your release deep into her bowels, claiming that intimate darkness. You stayed there, pulsing, shuddering, utterly spent.
Karina slowly straightened up, letting your slick cock slip from her with a soft, wet sound. She turned, and before you could even catch your breath, she grabbed your arm.
“Not done,” she breathed, her eyes alight with a frenzied, possessive energy. She pulled you, still dripping with sweat and her, toward Minjeong’s chair. “On your hands and knees. Now.”
You dropped to the floor, assuming the doggy style position, your body obeying her before your mind could protest. Karina positioned herself behind you, but then she reached forward, her fingers tangling viciously in Minjeong’s hair. She yanked the crying woman’s head forward, forcing her to look directly at your joined bodies.
“Closer, Minjeong,” Karina taunted, her voice a venomous whisper. “I want you to see what a real man looks like when he’s properly claimed. See how he takes me? See how he belongs to me?”
And then Karina slammed back onto your cock, taking you in one stroke. You cried out, the sensitivity almost painful, but she was insatiable. She set a ruthless pace, fucking herself on you, using you for her pleasure right in front of the woman you once loved.
She leaned over your back, her lips finding your ear, her eyes locked on Minjeong’s tortured gaze. “A King,” she panted, driving down onto you, “deserves a Queen.” She kissed your neck, a sharp, possessive bite followed by a soothing tongue. She then captured your mouth with hers, a deep, filthy, mocking kiss, giving Minjeong a front-row seat to your complete corruption.
She broke the kiss, looking directly at her captive audience, her voice dripping with contemptuous triumph. “And you, my dear… you are definitely not it.”
The air crackled with Minjeong’s muffled screams, a desperate, guttural sound that was all rage and helplessness. You saw her from the corner of your eye, her body straining against the ropes that bit into her wrists, her chair scraping a furious, futile rhythm against the concrete floor. Her eyes, wide and burning with tears of pure hatred, were fixed on Karina.
Karina, still seated atop you, merely sighed as if annoyed by a buzzing fly. She didn’t even look at Minjeong, her dark, possessive gaze locked on your face, reading every conflicted emotion that must have been written there.
“Tsk, tsk. Such a noisy little thing,” she murmured, her voice a low, intimate hum that was for you alone. She lifted herself off you slowly, your slick cock sliding out of her with a soft, wet sound that seemed deafening in the tense room. The sudden emptiness was a shock, a cold loss that made you shiver.
She stood, all predatory grace, and walked over to the struggling Minjeong. Her heels clicked with a chilling finality. Minjeong’s struggles intensified, a fresh wave of panic in her eyes as Karina loomed over her.
“I said… be quiet,” Karina said, her voice dropping to an icy whisper. And then her hand, so elegant and sharp, snapped forward. The crack of her palm against Minjeong’s cheek was a gunshot in the room. Minjeong’s head snapped to the side, a stunned, hurt sob catching behind the tape. A red handprint bloomed on her pale skin.
Karina didn’t linger. She turned her back on Minjeong as if she were nothing, absolutely nothing, and sauntered back to you. The dismissal was more brutal than the slap. Minjeong was rendered irrelevant, a piece of furniture witnessing a private performance.
“Now, where were we, my love?” Karina purred, her demeanor shifting back to that dark, seductive possessiveness in an instant. She pushed at your shoulders. “On your back. I want to see your face when I take you this time.”
You obeyed, the command slipping past the last shreds of your will. You lay back on the cold concrete, the rough texture a stark contrast to what was coming. Karina straddled you, but this time she turned around, presenting you with the breathtaking, impossible curve of her back and the perfect, round globes of her ass. Reverse cowgirl. She positioned herself over your aching, wet erection, guiding you to her entrance.
But she didn’t sink down immediately. Instead, she leaned forward, bracing her hands on your thighs, and looked back over her shoulder at you. The move arched her back, presenting herself to you like a feast, but her eyes held yours captive.
“Watch me,” she commanded softly. “Watch how you disappear inside me.”
And then she lowered herself. It was agony and ecstasy. A slow, torturous, millimeter-by-millimeter descent that made every nerve in your body scream. You could feel every ridge, every intimate fold of her cunt stretching to accommodate you, the exquisite, velvet-hot tightness enveloping you so completely. Your breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound. God, she’s so deep like this.
Once she was fully seated, she began to move. But it wasn’t the frantic, punishing pace from before. This was different. This was… sensual. Devastatingly intimate. She rolled her hips in a slow, grinding circle, milking your length with a rhythm that was pure, unadulterated seduction. Her inner muscles clenched around you in a slow, possessive pulse. She’s… making love to me.
One of her hands left your thigh and snaked back, her fingers finding your hair. She didn’t pull or yank. She caressed it, running her fingers through the strands with a shocking tenderness that felt more violating than any cruelty. The contrast was mind-shattering.
“That’s it,” she whispered, her voice husky with her own pleasure. “You feel so good inside me. You fit me so perfectly. My perfect husband.”
She increased her pace slightly, the smooth, rocking motions of her hips becoming more urgent. Her head fell forward, a low moan escaping her lips. You could only watch, mesmerized, as she used your body, as she took her pleasure from you with a terrifying, beautiful grace. You were nothing but a tool for her ecstasy, and the realization should have shamed you. Instead, a dizzying wave of pride washed over you. You were hers. You were good for her.
She lifted her head and looked back at Minjeong again, a slow, smug smile spreading on her lips as she continued to ride you. Minjeong had gone still, her expression one of shattered, horrified understanding. She wasn't just watching a violation; she was watching a consummation.
Then Karina’s gaze returned to you, her eyes dark pools of absolute possession. She leaned back further, one hand braced on your stomach, the other still tangled in your hair, and lowered her mouth to your neck. Her lips were soft, then her teeth were sharp. She bit down, not hard enough to break the skin, but with a firm, claiming pressure that made you gasp and buck your hips up into her. She suckled the spot, a long, drawn-out sensation that you knew was branding you.
When she pulled away, a dark red mark—a hickey, a trophy—was left on your skin. She kissed it gently.
”This mark means you are mine,” she breathed against your damp skin, her voice a vibration you felt in your very bones. ”No one else will ever touch you here. No one else will ever have this part of you. It’s my name written on your skin.”
She sat up fully again, her rhythm becoming more demanding, her breaths coming in sharp, excited pants. The sensual claiming was giving way to raw, primal need. She was close. You could feel the tell-tale flutter deep inside her, the way her body began to tighten around you, pulling you relentlessly toward your own peak.
”I can feel you,” she moaned, throwing her head back, her perfectform a silhouette against the harsh light. ”I can feel you getting even harder for me. You want to give it to me, don’t you? You want to pump your seed so deep inside your Queen.”
You could only groan in response, your hands coming up to grip her hips, your fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her ass, urging her on, begging her without words to let you fall. Your orgasm was a live wire, sparking at the base of your spine, and you were nothing but a conduit for her pleasure.
The sound of your blood roaring in your ears was the only thing you could hear, your entire world narrowed to the tight, wet heat of her and the intense pressure coiling at the base of your spine. You were so close, teetering on the very edge.
Karina’s rhythm fractured, her own climax imminent. But instead of letting you both fall, she suddenly planted her hands on your chest and pushed herself off you, your slick cock sliding out of her with a wet, obscene pop. The sudden emptiness was a physical ache, a cold shock that made you gasp.
“Flip me over,” she commanded, her voice husky and raw with unsated need. She didn’t wait for you to comply, already moving with that terrifying, predatory grace. She turned onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to you. Her back was a elegant curve, her perfect ass raised in the air, glistening with a mixture of your sweat and her own arousal. “Take me from behind. And don’t you dare take your eyes off her.”
Her own head was turned, her dark, intense eyes locking across the room. You followed her gaze. Minjeong. Still bound to that cold metal chair, her body trembling with silent, helpless sobs. Her expressive eyes were wide, red-rimmed pools of pure, undiluted agony.
Your stomach clenched with a fresh wave of guilt, but it was smothered instantly by a hotter, darker wave of desire, stoked by Karina’s ruthless command. You moved behind her, your hands automatically finding the swell of her hips. Her skin was fever-hot under your palms.
You positioned yourself, the head of your aching cock nudging against her slick entrance. You hesitated for a fraction of a second, a last, ghostly flicker of the man you were before this room. It died the instant Karina glanced back over her shoulder, her look a mix of impatience and promised punishment.
You thrust forward, burying yourself inside her in one long, deep stroke. Oh, god. It was different this way. Deeper. More primal. You could see every inch of your length disappear into her, see the way her body stretched to accommodate you. The visual was almost as overwhelming as the feeling.
You set a brutal pace, your hips slamming against the firm flesh of her ass with each drive forward. The room filled with the sound of it—the sharp, rhythmic slap of skin on skin, your ragged grunts, Karina’s low, satisfied moans.
And all the while, your eyes were locked on Minjeong.
You watched a fresh tear trace a path through the dirt on her cheek. You saw the way her jaw worked behind the silver tape, the muffled, heartbroken sounds she made. You saw the absolute devastation in her eyes as she witnessed you, the man she loved, fucking another woman with a raw, animalistic fervor.
Karina saw it too. She reveled in it.
“Look at her,” Karina panted, her voice taunting, meant for both of you. “Look at your precious Minjeong. See what she’s missing? See what I get to have?” She pushed back against you, meeting your thrusts with a fierce hunger. “She could never take you like this. She’s too weak. Too fragile.”
You couldn’t argue. You could only fuck her harder, your fingers digging bruises into her hips, using her body to chase the release that was burning you up from the inside. The conflicted storm inside you—shame, lust, fury, degrading pleasure—was a feedback loop, each thrust amplifying the sensation, driving you further from the past and deeper into Karina’s dark present.
Karina’s moans climbed higher, becoming sharper, more breathless. “Yes! Just like that! Give it to me! Show her what a real man feels like!”
With a final, powerful thrust, you buried yourself to the hilt and held there, your body bowing as your orgasm exploded through you. It was a seizure of pleasure, a blinding white-hot release that ripped a guttural roar from your throat. Your cock pulsed violently inside her, jet after jet of your release emptying deep into her clutching heat. Your vision spotted, your legs trembling violently, threatening to give way.
You were still shuddering through the aftershocks, breathless and spent, when Karina moved. She pushed you back, your softening cock slipping from her, and turned to face you. She grabbed your face with both hands, her grip demanding. Her eyes, dark with triumph and possession, flicked once more to Minjeong before she crushed her lips to yours.
The kiss was not gentle. It was a conquest. Her tongue plunged into your mouth, claiming you, tasting you, mingling the scent of her skin with the taste of your own exertion. It was filthy and dominant and you kissed her back with a desperation that horrified a part of you that was still screaming in the distant recesses of your mind.
She broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting your lips for a brief second. She was breathing heavily, her own climax clearly having crashed over her during your release. She didn’t even look at you. She looked past you, her gaze fixed on the bound and broken woman across the room. A slow, cruel, mocking smile spread across her beautifully glistening lips.
"Don't worry Minjeong-ah. I will definitely take care of him. I Can't wait to show you, Once i conceived his baby. How perfect i would looked. Ahahahah".
summary: you swore to arrest him if it was the last thing you do, but little did you know, you were walking straight into his trap.
mafia boss who has control over all the drug and weapon trades in and out of the country, who’s well-known in the black market. in the public eye, he’s simply a successful CEO who runs a large tech firm.
mafia boss who learns of a rookie detective stirring up trouble and snooping into places they shouldn’t be going anywhere near. he barely bats an eye; this wasn’t the first time he encountered an overzealous cop. he tells his men to carry out the usual— bribes, threats, and rough them up until they learn their place.
but what surprises him is that even after all the threats, even after sending his henchmen to scare you off, you remained unaffected. you sent back the bribe money with a note: “save it for your bail”, and fought off the men he sent to your house even landing some of them in the hospital. now he was intrigued.
he became curious about you. background checks, hacking the cctv in your office, searching everything there was to know about you and what made you tick. monitoring your every move, wondering what you’ll do next. will you uncover something else? will you call him into the precinct and interrogate him? he almost wished you did, so that he can hear your voice and see how bright the fire in your eyes burns.
he begins to leave little clues for you to lead you to him. well hidden enough so that none of your incompetent colleagues would pick up on, but just obvious enough for you to notice. all fake leads, of course. nothing that would actually land him in jail, but a string of misleading evidence so that it would bring you barging through his door.
and when you connect the dots he laid out in front of you? that’s when the game really begins. he watches you constantly-every move that you make, he quietly observes and waits. even during his business meetings and dealings, he’ll leave his laptop open, keeping an eye on the live feed of you.
he thinks several steps ahead, predicting and planning accordingly. although knowing you, the plan wouldn’t be carried out as flawlessly as he anticipated but nonetheless the outcome would remain the same.
all he needs to do now is wait.
Your move, little detective.
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Tap.
Tap.
The sound of your pen tapping against the papers in front of you filled the room.
You glanced ahead, at the two-way mirror that took up most of the wall. Even without the visual confirmation, you knew that you were being watched.
You turned your gaze back to the papers in front of you. Now that you finally got the man you’ve been hunting down for nearly four months, you couldn’t mess this up.
“Mr Gray,” you greeted, finally looking up from the documents and meeting his gaze. After four months of staring at photographs of the man, seeing him in front of you still left an unpleasant feeling in your stomach.
His features were sharp and polished, but his eyes held a mix of emotions you couldn’t decipher. His posture was relaxed with his hands on the table and fingers interlinked. If not for the handcuffs, he would’ve looked like he was here for a regular business meeting, not an interrogation.
“Just Killian will do. And you are?” A ghost of a smile crossed his face. It didn’t slip past your notice how effortlessly he gained control over the conversation.
“Y/N, L/N. Now, I’m just going to get to the point here— there have been a few incidents surrounding you and your company.” You paused, scanning his face for any reaction. His expression did not waver. “Any idea what I’m talking about?”
He barely blinked at the accusations you threw at him. His shoulders lifted an inch, and he returned your question. "I don't know, Y/N. You tell me." A hint of a smirk beginning to show.
Don't let it show. Slow your breathing. Don’t punch himdon’tpunchhimdon’t-
The rest of the interrogation went down in a similar manner. You trying to pry any sort of useful information from him, and him tactfully steering the conversation as he liked. By the time you were called out of the room, you could barely restrain your anger and frustration.
“You seem a little… troubled. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help much.” He sent another fake smile your way.
You stabbed your pen through the stack of pictures you placed in front of him earlier, barely avoiding his hand. “This isn’t over, Killian Gray.” You gritted out, the pen cracking under your tight grip.
His posture remained as relaxed as before, unbothered by the fact that you nearly stabbed him with a pen. He only smirked as he leaned in, his warm breath brushing across your cheek.
