𝗔𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 | 𝗥𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗶

two

WARNING: SMUT SCENE

"Here." Rindou tossed a towel at her direction

"Go upstairs, then turn left, you'll find my room, there's a bathroom inside." he instructed, as the girl looked at him with dread.

She clutched the towel in her hands, unsure how she'll stick up to him now that she'll be living at the same roof with him— until he's bored of abusing her, she supposed.

"What?" He blurted, breaking her from her thoughts.

She glanced up at him, trying not to break eye contact despite his stoic facade. He cocked his eyebrow, impatiently waiting for her to speak.

She wants to say something, but owing to her hesitation, she is unable to do so. The man clicked his tongue in annoyance. Thinking about how he's essentially wasting his time guessing her thoughts.

He instantly turned his heels, hand clasping on the knob as he was about to leave.

"I- Umm... Clothes." She mumbled, stopping him from his tracks.

"Use my clothes for a while. I'll send someone to get you some, I won't be back till midnight, so suit yourself." he remarked sternly. He walked away, leaving her speechless.

Her gaze drifted around the house, as though pondering whether or not she would prepare dinner for him.

The living room was quite large. It was painted in light hues to highlight the trendy furniture. A few colorful paintings on the wall drew her attention gently.

As her eyes shifted to the door, a flurry of thoughts flooded her mind. Her heart was racing as she sucked in a nervous breath as she approached it gently. She pressed her hot palm on the doorknob, resisting the urge to open it.

"I'll hunt you down myself."

As she heard his voice ring through her memory, she clenched her eyes firmly, frigid horror spiraling through her.

She turned away from the door and climbed the stairs, persuading herself that eluding his clutches would be disastrous.

The woman's eyes twinkled with delight as she entered his room. His bedroom was quite opulent—it was  gorgeous and inviting. As her fingertips brushed against the cotton white sheets of his king-sized bed, she was most taken with how tidy and well-organized his room was.

She walked into the bathroom and saw the exquisite plumbing fixtures, as well as a perfect shade of purple with a light blue tone on the walls, creating a soothing atmosphere. Its beauty had completely charmed her.

This house was big compared to hers, she seemed to be on cloud nine. Without any further, she removed her filthed clothes and began to freshen up.

 —

She hopped out of the shower, quietly humming as she slowly undid her hair turban. Her worries faded away for a bit after a lengthy and pleasant bath.

Her free hand gripped the plush towel draped down her body as she brushed her damp and matted hair with her fingertips. Drips of water cascade down her delicate skin.

She strolled up to the man's wardrobe, intending to go through his closet to search for something comfortable to wear.

"What a sight for sore eyes."

Her body stiffens when she heard an unfamiliar voice spoke in the room. Fear gripped her and chills rose out all over her body.

She immediately turned around to face the man who had just spoke.