fog of vengeance | h. ran

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 5
ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇ

"So what?" Y/N holds her waist in a sassy way. "Don't act proud for crossing the line." Y/N sneers. This man makes me want to laugh. "I don't care about your stupid rules and even mine." Y/N steps closer, really near, as she leans against the back of the sofa, chin on her palm, smiling at them. "And I don't care whoever you want to fuck even though we are officially married couples. I love to read, and I want to concentrate on reading. Not listening to your sweet and loud moans in the living room. Really, go to the garden or something and make out there." Y/N clicks her tongue, feeling annoyed. "And you," She pulls her body away from the sofa, grinning at the unfamiliar female.

"I'm not a bitch. You are."

"Thank you, enjoy your science session." Ran stares at her, watching the manly woman walk up to the stairs. "She pisses me off." The prostitute says, leaning even closer to Ran. "How can you live under the same roof as her?" She pulls Ran's neck tie down, loosening it as she unbuttons his shirt, revealing his collarbone. "Just forget about her," The prostitute groans. "She wears baggy clothes. Ew. She doesn't even wear any makeup." She kisses Ran on the lips, pulling him closer to her. "And I hate to admit that she's still beautiful." Ran laughs. He laughs. "Are you worried?" She shakes her head in denial. "I'm not going to fall for her. Don't worry. You worth more than her."

It's 3am. And Y/N's still reading her books. She has finished the dark romance one, and now she's reading a friends-to-lovers book. "This book is so— cute." She leans against her bookshelves, flipping to the next page. She should've been asleep by the time she has a meeting to attend tomorrow. But it's not her fault that the book starts to get steamy. Right? "Is it so hard for you to kiss her? Kiss her, stupid. Stupid ass. What's so hard? Just pull her closer, and stamp that lips of yours on her and insert your tongue and suck her soul. See? Not that hard!" She talks to herself, alone, and again. "Damn it. Kiss, please. I can't wait for your stupid i-don't-want-to stories."

"Are you crazy?" A deep voice comes from the doorframe, causing Y/N to flinch. She throws the book to the side, finding his tall frame leaning against the doorway, shirtless, with only him wearing grey pants. "You scared the living fuck out of me!" Y/N grabs a pillow nearby, throwing it right into his face. But she misses the target. Instead, Ran tilts his head a little, and the pillow only passes by his head. Target missed. "You couldn't even throw a pillow right at the target." He picks the white pillow up, throwing it back to Y/N that makes it hit her face. "Ah!" She exclaims, glaring at him.

"You bastard! You broke your own rule number 4!" Ran just stares at her. "Rule number 5, you mean." Y/N freezes in her place. What an embarrassment. "O-Oh.." She mumbles quietly to herself. Ohh.. "And, I don't want a mentally retarded person to live in the same house as me. Talk to herself alone, I expect there to be some demons who she talks with." Y/N snorts. "The mentally retarded person is you, here. Sharing your semen with— perhaps thousands of women. Eewwwww." She teases him, making the ewwww longer on purpose. "At least I'm not a virgin at the age of 26." Y/N laughs, standing up. "Oh yeah? at least I'm still fresh."

"You have no experience. You're an inexperienced manly woman." Y/N clenches on her fists. "At least I didn't wear one pound of makeup on my face like that whore of yours." Ran just nods. "At least she attracts me more than you." Y/N nods back to him. "Can you please, get out? I don't want to waste my time arguing with you." Ran shakes his head as he steps in front. "It's 3 fucking am. 3:15 already. Go to sleep. Me and Rika can't sleep with you talking to yourself alone. It's too loud and I hate it. Understand?" Y/N raises both of her hands up. "Why do I have to listen to you?"

"Because it's my mansion."

"Oh, so if it's your mansion that I have to do anything up to your words?"