Careless Whispers (Hanma/Reader)

Careless Whispers

Hmm? Huh? Wha-Where am I?

Her eyes slowly blinked open, still hazy and confused on where she is. Trying her best to blink again to focus her eyes, she notices that she's in a bright lit room, music loudly playing as she turns more around to see floor to ceiling windows in her front vision, the scenery of the lit up city lights but far too high up to actually see any views of the streets. It was dark but she could have sworn it was an evening sky the last she remembered.

Her eyes flinched from an aching pain in her head either from the loud music, bright lights, or maybe from the sudden confusion of waking up to somewhere she didn't remember that she was first at. Going to reach for her head, her body froze, and eyes shot up realizing that she was tied up. The screams for help were muffled by a cloth wrapped around her mouth. Her body begins to shake and scratch away from the seat, leaning down to notice her legs and stomach were tied to the chair.

How did I get here?! What is this?! I was just at a party...I was at a party.

Slowly her thoughts begin to flutter and process her night. It was a party for her cousin, a celebratory for the hard work and past birthday that he decided to throw for himself. She had no other choice to go since she was a part of that success and owed herself to keeping good terms with him and the others. One of the only girls apart of this all-men gang, she made sure to stand out and stay in control of what was pushed into her hands.

The Tomans' gang cleaner.

It's not the career she ever imagined she wanted, nor did she think it would go as deep as cleaning up any crime scenes and murders left behind from these deadly yet idiotic men. It was easy to go undercover with a cleaning business helped started up by her cousin Kisaki. A business and pay that would be stupid enough to say no to but also a threat to her life and people around her. She tilted her head back down to her now wrinkled party outfit, something that wouldn't have been approved by her cousin but her stubbornness and stance on wearing and doing what she wants as long as she did her job gave her that freedom.

She muffled out screams again, neck too sore to fully twist at who did this to her, she looked up towards the ceiling, noticing the twinkling chandelier above her slowly come to a dim. Her eyebrows furrowed more by confusion when they came to dim stop, allowing her to see her silhouette in the window's reflection as well as another's standing far behind.

"Finally awake I see, sorry had to go back upstairs to make a reappearance, let your cousin and the others know you were too drunk to stay any longer."

The deep toned voice gave the person away to who did this...Hanma Shuji.

He slowly crept to the back of her, placing both of his palms onto her shoulders, singing to the song that was playing in the background. Trying to shake away from his hold, his hold gripped tighter around her, pushing her already tangled body further onto the chair as he leaned his head down towards her neck. Softly placing his lips near her skin, it brought shivers through her body. Angry, confused, betrayed, but most importantly scared. They were still in the same building that everyone was in, but music and alcohol had everyone unbothered by what was happening beneath them, let alone the simple fact he gave a decent and logical lie on her disappearance.

"Shhh, let's just listen to the music together, better than the shit that's being played upstairs." He walked around to the front of her, unbuttoning his suits jacket, making her jolt up in fear of what he was about to pull out. Hanma hums to the melody of the song before eyeing back down towards her, glasses hitting the brim of his nose, his lips quivering up to a slight smirk as he watches her chest rise up and down faster, eyes shooting with fear and panic.

"I never seen that reaction from me coming unloose, I wish I could see it more" He reaches his hand in his blazers pocket, pulling out a lighter and cigarette. Cupping his hand around the light to blaze the cigarette with only her being able to watch. He lets out a long drag, running his free hand through his hair as he faces to turn the window.