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sex, obsession, drugs, prison, lust.
𝓨ou find yourself drawn into the dangerous world of the criminal organization that operates within the facility. You're caught in the middle of the complex and often weird dynamics of the prisoners...
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(( please play some song with hot dark city rainy vibes that would be appreciated ))
You shake your head as the memory of the kiss flashes in front of your eyes, a smile stretching across his face. The sensation of his fingers sliding down the side of your neck still feels fresh on your skin.
But in the present moment, you're stuck in your car, parked in the parking lot, the sound of the rain pounding against the roof as you look out at the dark, stormy night. Your mind is racing with thoughts, but the only thing you can do at this moment is sit here, trapped in your car.
The rain streams down the windshield, blurring your view of the outside world, but it's almost comforting in a way. You reach for the radio knob, turning it to some old vintage music.
The sound of piano and heavenly instruments fills the air, soothing your frayed nerves.
Listening to the pelting rain on the windshield. Despite the harsh weather, you can't forget the warmth of the kiss that broke apart for a second, only to come back with force. Left with this empty feeling that fills your insides with regret. It's hard to believe that you did everything you shouldn't have done.
You knew you were wrong for doing that, and the guilt nibbled at your insides, but you couldn't help but feel that attraction, as if you were pulled to him like a magnet. You knew you were making a mistake, but you couldn't stop it. The guilt was eating away at you, but you felt helpless to resist the attraction. Something inside of you was telling you to go get more and more.
You were torn between obedience and what your heart desired. It was a struggle to reconcile the two, and the feeling of something moving inside of you seemed to confirm your worst fears. The encounter had changed you in a way you couldn't fully comprehend, and you were left with the burden of guilt and the allure of that attraction, a tangled mess of emotions that you couldn't fully untangle.
You had no idea where this would lead, but the feeling was overpowering and left you with more questions than answers, a feeling that was slowly consuming you from the inside out.
Taking a look at your phone, you come to realize that it's time for you to head out. About your make-out session with sanzu, you ended it as quickly as it started, afraid of being caught with him.
In the back of your mind, you couldn't help but wonder why he had approached you in the first place. The uncertainty of the situation left you with more questions than answers, you knew in your heart that this wasn't the last time you would have to deal with Bonten. The feeling of dread hung heavily over you as you started the engine.
Despite the dreary appearance of the sky, you couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity as you observed the busy streets of Tokyo. The melancholy clouds that were pouring down their tears seemed to only add to the aura of peace that permeated the air. The people all seemed to be carrying on with their lives, umbrellas in hand and minds occupied with their own thoughts and problems. The scene, despite the dark clouds, was one of harmony and contentment, where everyone came together to form a symphony of life.
The traffic light turned red, and your attention was drawn to a cozy store right beside you. The warm interior, with its cozy lights and people working away on their laptops, was irresistible. As you peered into the window, you felt a wave of calmness wash over you. It seemed like a perfect place to wind down after a busy and surprising day. You couldn't help but wonder whether getting an iced coffee might just be the perfect treat to cap off the day. After all, you deserve it.
The light turned green, and you drove towards the nearest parking lot, grabbing the umbrella from the backseat. Once there, your senses were instantly greeted by the smell of freshly baked goods and coffee. The nostalgic aroma of the bakery filled your lungs, transporting you to a place of fond memories. It's been a while since you went out for a stroll, even though you're surrounded by the beauty of the city. Maybe it's because you have few friends, or because you're content with your indoor lifestyle. What's certain is that today's excursion was a much-needed break from the monotony of your daily routine.
The barista greets you with a warm smile as you step up to the counter to place your order. You return the smile, feeling refreshed and ready to place an order for an iced mocha and a couple of cinnamon cookies to go. But as you take your seat and wait for your order, your mind starts wandering back to that moment with the Haitani. You can't shake off the feeling of unease around him, his piercing gaze drilling into your soul. It's as if he can see all your secrets, and you hope that you never have to see him again. You let out a deep sigh, hoping that the memory of him will fade with time.
With your coffee, cookies,keys and umbrella in hand, you make your way to the large entrance door of the coffee shop, determined to not spill anything on your way out. But as you attempt to carefully exit the building, a tall figure bumps into you, accidentally knocking everything out of your hands. The impact nearly causes you to tumble to the floor, but you manage to stay upright. Your umbrella and coffee both fall to the ground, along with your scattered cookies. As you survey the damage, the person who caused the accident walks up to you, cigarette in hand and says,
