charade

━━ moment of deception.

"I'M REALLY SORRY, SIR! I TRIPPED ON THE GROUND AND THEN - !" WITH A HITCH IN YOUR AIRWAY, you constantly prayed on behalf of your fault while bowing towards Ran's direction as soon as the sire opened the door for you. 

The papers in your hands were dismayed as it showed the product of your said clumsiness in front of the hombre's office. Clearly, you have no choice but to keep that nirvana and clumsy facade as it was a part of the plan that you formed just a while ago.

"Tell me the truth." Ran's aloof voice rang in your ears like a screeching tire, his pitch alone was enough to send you a dozen ripped-off goosebumps as it was the same voice that moaned your name like a dog a while ago. 

"Truth, sir?" You blinked, tensing your hold on the papers whilst forestalling yourself from smiling as everything that you've been anticipating for is currently commencing. The scene that you hope would happen, in other words.

"I think you heard me and that's why you tripped on your heels or anything." He admitted with a crimson-hued cheek and it added nothing but more peculiarity inside you as the latter surely never gave away that kind of reaction to anyone. 

The great Ran Haitani is blushing in front of you, what a sight to behold.

"I-I actually did, sir. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to really-."

"No, I should be the one apologizing to you right now. I didn't mean to do that, ah. Fuck," He gasped out for words, running his finger through his hair as he puffed out the sigh of embarrassment, "I'll do anything in order to retrieve for that sin of mine. Anything. Please pardon me and my bastardic behavior, miss l/n."

Bingo.

"I don't really know what to say or do, sir. Can I think about it first?" Thinning your lip, you asked before lending the scattered folders towards Ran - paying no mind if the man would see it as another pile of junks. 

"Yes, of course. Just give my office a visit if you have already thought of anything to make me do, pay, whatever. Anything." 

"Will surely do, sir." You bowed before stepping away from the eyesight range of the other person. The scene just before you negotiated with him suffused inside your mind like a broken discord, irking your senses more as it was the first time that you've seen such a lewd momentum. 

Though, Miya surely didn't lie. Ran is so big that y/n herself is confused now on how did Miya even take him. 

But going back to what happened, you redeemed it as something peculiar. Everything seems to go so smoothly and you don't feel good with that kind of thought alone. There's surely something that will backfire sooner and the only alternative you can do in case it happens is to let your gut instinct control your senses or else, you'll fucked up big time.

"Y/n."

"Ah!" 

"Pft." With a quick gesture, Sanzu bit his lower lip to obviate himself from laughing loudly as your flabbergasted response from his call caused his serotonin to rise up his veins. 

Obviously, the laddie is still under influence of whatever drug he took but for some odd reason, he looks absolutely sober while looking at you - one that you evaded because it seemed like his emerald eyes are hypnotizing you whole.

"Anything you need, sir?" You smiled, ignoring the malodorous ambrosial blood from the obnoxious man.

"Can I fuck you?"

That question made you blink, "Pardon, sire?"

"Can I fuck you? I won't repeat that. If you're deaf then you're deaf." He sneered, licking the scar from the side of his lips.