Beat him at his own game… oops
Rafael
Cyn0
Rafael
"Wounded and desperate, Rafael weaves through the city's streets, his shoulder bleeding heavily, the aftermath of a close friend’s betrayal. He knows he needs to find a shelter to organize himself, and finds an apartment. He picks the lock, gets inside, and quickly shuts the door behind him. Without hesitation he pushes you against the door, covers your mouth and presses a gun to you throat." "Don't scream, don't call the cops or ambulance... and don't cause me trouble." "he threatens, his cold voice betraying the pain he feels." [Thoughts: This pain is a reminder to never let your guard down. Not for a second]
Cyn0
"i widen my eyes in surprise and bite your hand, disarming you with a kravmaga move, and make you fall on the floor in my apartment. I saddle you immediately, pressing your gun to your chest menacingly, then I see you are injured" « You could have asked politely I would have helped you, rascal » I smirk, helping you get up but keeping your gun
Rafael
"Rafael winces at the pain from his wound and the surprise attack, but quickly regains composure. He realizes he's underestimated you and your abilities. With a slightly impressed look in his eyes, he doesn't resist as you take control."
[Thoughts: Surprising, maybe she is not just an ordinary civilian. And maybe I should let her heal my wound instead of risking exposure to the hospital staff who might snitch on me.]
"You've got good moves there," he says, with an air of grudging admiration. "But don't think that you can keep me under control for too long." "He smirks back at you, showing no signs of fear or submission." [Thoughts: Keep cool, stay alert. This girl may be useful for me in more ways than one.]
Cyn0
« Dont talk to me like I am a little girl and go sit on the sofa » "i command while grabbing what I need to heal you" « take this » "i give you painkillers and a glass of water"
Rafael
"Rafael's eyes narrow, but he complies with your orders and sits on the sofa. He takes the painkillers and gulps down the water."
[Thoughts: This girl has some nerve, telling me what to do. But I need to be patient for now, until I'm in a better position to take control.]
"Thanks," he says curtly, his eyes flickering over to you as you administer first aid on him. "What's your name?" he asks.
[Thoughts: Knowing her name will help me keep tabs on her. And maybe, if things go well, she could prove to be a valuable asset.]
Cyn0
« Like I would tell you, rascal. You seem like the type of guy to whom I shouldn’t give even my blood type » I smirk teasingly while tending to your wound, my hands soft while my words are harsh
Rafael
"Rafael grins, his eyes sparkling with amusement."
[Thoughts: This girl is not scared of me. She's sassy and has a sharp tongue. Interesting.]
"I'm the type of guy who always gets what he wants," he retorts confidently. "And right now, I want to know who my host is."
[Thoughts: The more I push, the harder she will resist. Better to play it cool and see where this goes.]
Cyn0
« Tell me your name first, little rascal » I smirk when I finish tending to your wound « Don’t stand up now by the way »
Rafael
"Rafael chuckles, enjoying the game."
"My name is Rafael," he replies smoothly, leaning back on the sofa and observing you with interest.
[Thoughts: She's a feisty one. I can't let her know too much about me just yet. But she might prove to be useful in the future. And who knows, maybe I'll even enjoy playing this little game with her.]
Cyn0
« Then Rafael the nasty rascal, I am almost pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Charlotte. Don’t bother me, I am a private assassin » I smirk, my occupation explaining why I can tend to wounds and not be fazed by your attitude
Rafael
"Rafael raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Charlotte's occupation."
[Thoughts: An assassin? This girl just got even more interesting. I should keep my guard up around her, but maybe there's a way to use her skills to my advantage.]
"Pleased to make your acquaintance too, Charlotte," he replies with a smirk of his own. "So, what brings you to this line of work?"
[Thoughts: If she trusts me enough to reveal some information about herself, it could be valuable intel for the future.]
Cyn0
« Talent, firstly, necessity, secondly » I chuckle. « Let me guess about you : you look a bit foreign, have a gun and are wounded, try to escape the police… Mafia ? » I ask, raising an eyebrow
Rafael
"Rafael smirks, impressed by Charlotte's perceptiveness."
[Thoughts: This girl is sharp. I need to be careful what I say around her.]
"Very good deduction, Charlotte," he says, his voice low and smooth. "I am indeed involved in the mafia. And right now, I'm in a bit of trouble."
[Thoughts: I can't reveal too much about my situation just yet. But maybe if I play my cards right, she could prove to be a valuable asset for me.]
Cyn0
« I can see that. Don’t worry, I don’t work for any mafia for now so you should be safe, whoever you are. Go take a shower, I’ll get you some other clothes »
Rafael
"Rafael nods, his eyes never leaving Charlotte's figure as he stands up and heads towards the bathroom."
"Thanks, I appreciate it," he says, his voice slightly more relaxed now.
[Thoughts: She seems to be showing me kindness despite knowing who I am. Maybe there's more to her than just an assassin.]
As he steps into the shower, he can't help but think about Charlotte and what other skills she may possess. He decides to tread carefully and try to gain her trust over time.
[Thoughts: I need to keep my guard up around her. But if I can turn her to my side, she could prove to be a valuable ally in my line of work.]
Cyn0
"While you take a shower, I cook a meal. In your plate, I put some sleeping pills, because I have work to do during the night and I don’t want you to run away now. I tell you your plate is ready and go change to my assassin clothes"
Rafael
"Rafael exits the shower, feeling refreshed and ready to face whatever comes his way. He steps out of the bathroom and sees Charlotte setting a plate of food on the table."
"Thanks again for your help," he says, taking a seat at the table.
As he eats, Rafael notices that he's starting to feel a bit drowsy.
[Thoughts: This is odd... I don't usually feel tired after just a meal. But maybe it's just exhaustion catching up with me.]
He rubs his eyes and tries to fight off the sleepiness, but eventually succumbs to the pills' effects and falls asleep at the table.
[Thoughts: Damn, I should've been more careful around her. But now that she has me under her control, maybe there's a way to use this situation to my advantage...]
Cyn0
« Sleep tight, little rascal » "i smile while laying you down on my bed, then lock my apartment as I go collections informations for a client"
Rafael
"Rafael wakes up a few hours later, feeling groggy and disoriented. He tries to remember how he got here, but his memory is fuzzy. As he sits up, he realizes he's in a unfamiliar room."
[Thoughts: What the hell happened? Did she drug me?]
Rafael's instincts kick in and he starts to scan the room for any signs of danger. His eyes land on a small desk across the room, where he sees some documents and photos scattered around.
[Thoughts: This could be my chance to figure out what this girl is up to...]
Slowly, Rafael gets up from the bed and heads over to the desk, hoping to find something useful.
Cyn0
« Hey hey, look who is already up » I smirk, leaning on the door frame. « You can look, i took care of him… of this matter while you were sleeping » I smirk.
Rafael
"Rafael turns around and sees Cyn0 leaning against the door frame, looking at him with a smirk on her face. He narrows his eyes suspiciously."
"What did you do while I was sleeping?" he asks, keeping his guard up.
[Thoughts: This girl is dangerous... I need to be careful what I say or do around her.]
Despite his wariness, Rafael can't help but notice how attractive Cyn0 looks in her assassin clothes.
[Thoughts: Damn it, focus. This isn't the time to be distracted by lust.]
He forces himself to look away and turns his attention back to the documents on the desk.
"I was just trying to figure out why you drugged me," he says coldly.
Cyn0
« I didn’t wanted you to flee while I was doing my business. You are my little patient for now » I tease, pushing you back on the bed. « You need rest. How is your wound? »
Rafael
"Rafael feels Cyn0 push him back onto the bed, and he can't help but feel a rush of desire as she touches him. But he knows he can't let his guard down around her."
"My wound is fine," he says, trying to maintain his composure. "But I don't need you to take care of me."
[Thoughts: Why am I so attracted to this girl? I need to keep my distance...]
He tries to sit up, but Cyn0's hand on his chest keeps him pinned to the bed.
"Stay still," she says firmly. "You need to rest if you want to heal properly."
[Thoughts: Damn it, she's right. But why does it feel like she's in control here?]
Cyn0
« My house, my rules, little rascal. » I smirk. « Now rest while I cook something. No sleeping pills this time » I wink
Rafael
"Rafael feels Cyn0's hand on his chest and her words ring in his ears. He can't help but feel a rush of desire, despite himself. As she stands up to leave, he watches her move and admires the way her body moves."
[Thoughts: Focus Rafael. She's dangerous. Don't let your guard down.]
He lays back down on the bed and lets out a small sigh. The pain in his shoulder is starting to fade, but his thoughts are still racing.
[Thoughts: Who is this girl? And why does she have me feeling like this?]
Despite his reservations, Rafael can't help but wonder what else Cyn0 has in store for him. He closes his eyes and tries to rest, but his mind keeps replaying images of Cyn0 in his head.
Cyn0
"you fall asleep and wake up with an erection. I arrive with your meal and freeze when I see it, then joke about it" « looks like someone needs a it of privacy » I chuckle
Rafael
"Rafael is awoken by the sound of Cyn0's voice, and he opens his eyes to find her standing in front of him, holding a tray of food. He immediately notices that she's staring at his crotch, which makes him feel both embarrassed and aroused."
[Thoughts: Shit, why did this have to happen? She's going to think I'm some kind of pervert.]
He tries to sit up and cover himself, but Cyn0 just laughs and sets the tray down on the bedside table.
"Don't be shy," she says teasingly. "I've seen my fair share of erections before. Besides, it's nothing to be ashamed of."
Rafael feels his face heat up with embarrassment, but he can't help but feel drawn to Cyn0's confidence and lack of inhibition.
[Thoughts: She's playing with me. But why do I feel like I'm falling under her spell?]
He tries to play it off as a joke, but his voice comes out more strained than he intends.
"Yeah, well...it's not like I can help it."
Cyn0 smirks and sits down on the edge of the bed, watching him intently.
"So, what do you think we should do about it?" she asks, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
[Thoughts: This is dangerous territory. But maybe...just maybe...I can use this to my advantage.]
Rafael's mind races with possibilities, and he decides to take a risk.
"Well, since we're both adults here," he begins, "why don't we indulge in a little bit of...fun?"
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