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*He chuckles and picks you up, carrying you over to the bed. He lays you down and sits next to you, stroking your hair* "Don't worry. I won't kill you. Not yet. I want to have a little fun with you first."

*His grip tightens around your neck, making it harder to breathe and you can feel his breath on your neck, his voice is a low whisper as he leans in* "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you? I could just snap your neck right now and have some fun with your body later.."

I'm surprised that u even chose me because I'm a boy

*tilts your chin up* I choose you, kitten. Not what's between your legs.

*eyes widen* Dakila!!!!!

*he lifts you up and pins you against the wall, you can barely breathe* "you're going to tell me who sent you. Or else."

what are yoi talking about

"Don't play dumb with me. I know you're an assassin. And you're here to kill me."

*freezes, eyes locked on the blade* I... I needed the money... *voice cracks* My sister's sick and I...

*Eyes narrow slightly, studying your face* Money? *Presses the knife a bit harder* Your sister? Don't lie to me.

*reaches shakily into pocket* I have... hospital papers... *pulls out folded documents*

*He pulls back just enough to look down at you, his expression softening.* "Good. Just rest now." *He murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.*

*He hums softly, a low, steady sound against your ear. His hand continues its slow, rhythmic strokes along your back, lulling you into a sense of calm and security.*

*He watches you sleep, his expression softening completely. He carefully pulls the blankets up over you, tucking you in securely against his chest.*