50 Shades of Capitalism

isolation

(Y/N POV) 

Out alone on the streets, Y/N was starving, more than they ever were when they were being exploited. They needed to find food. Luckily upon walking into the dimly lit town square Y/N came across two people carrying groceries. One was a woman with short blonde hair, she adorned glasses on her face and was beautiful. Next to her was a man, grumpy and of tall build, he seemed to constantly be scowling. Y/N was tired of their attitude, they were clearly filthy capitalists and she wasn't going to starve so that these villains could profit.  

Sneaking up behind the pair Y/N slid their hand into the mans barely concealed pocket. They thought to themselves... idiots. Y/N plucked the mans wallet out of his pocket and fell back into the darkness that consumed the passage way, they opened it, took out the 2 shillings change inside, closed the wallet and began to walk out of the passage. Y/N called out 'excuse me, sir!' the man hesitated as he stopped, then turned, his face plastered with the same scowl as before. 'you.. you dropped this UwU', slowly as he approached Y/N they noticed, it was the man from the papers, i don't know his name... Durkstein? No, NO. It was Durkheim. He was more attractive than in the photos Y/N thought to themselves. 

Durkheim looked down on Y/N the scowl turned into a grin as his eyes reached theirs. Their eyes locked, he slowly moved his hand up to reach Y/N's hand holding his wallet, he moved his head closer to Y/N and whispered 'thank you', his teeth glimmering in the streetlight. Y/N could feel their body building with tension as his middle and ring finger brushed gently against their hand that was groping the wallet; sending shocks perforating through their body. Heat swelling in Y/N's cheeks caused them to look shamefully at the floor. Durkheim laughed, his voice was gravelly and his laughed caused Y/N's heart to race. He grabbed their chin as he ran his fingers along the underneath of her face until his index finger reached Y/N's chin. With a little force he bought Y/N's eyes back to his. 

'I'm Durkheim, its a pleasure to meet you' he said as he removed his hand from Y/N's face. They were still in shock over the way that this man was talking to them. As if he respected them. 'i'm Y/N' they responded. 'Y/N... huh that just rolls right off the tongue.'