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Y/n's pov
"I heard a rumor, about the hound of the underground how he's starting to go soft", I said fiddling with Sevika's lighter. "It's a rumor like you said", she replied. "Rumors could be true, it could be not it all depends on what the person themselves thinks", I explained. "What are you trying to say", she questioned. "Do you think he's going soft", I asked looking up from the lighter at her. "He just has a weird way of doing things", she replied. "That's not a no Sevika", I stated. "What do you think then", she asked leaning back on the couch while spreading her legs open slightly. "I don't know, Undercity has always been the same dangerous and smog filled Undercity", I explained. "I don't think it matters anyway, the Undercity will stay the same even if someone were to replace him", I added.
"Hmm", she hummed in response still looking forward. I scooted closer towards her causing her to glance at me from the corner of her eye. "Something on your mind", I asked gently grabbing her left hand and began rubbing it. Sevika pulled her hand away from me then moved it to place it on my face. She began rubbing my lower cheeks gently, but stopped when part of my mask poked her thumb.
"You ever going to show me what you look like", she asked glancing up from my lips. "You're seeing me now", I chuckled placing my hand on the back of hers that was on my face. "You know what I mean", she sighed rolling her eyes. "You know I can't it's for my safety", I stated. "Can't even tell me your real name", she commented removing her hand from my face. "It's for my safety Sevika", I repeated. "So you don't feel safe with me", she scoffed. "Don't be like that, you know what I mean", I replied. "And you did say the other day you would follow me home", I joked causing her to chuckle a bit. "So I'm just another customer to you then", she said. "Even when we've been seeing each other for months now", she added lighting up a cigar then placing it in between her lips.
I never did form any sort of attraction to my customers. No matter how many times they came to see me, never how many times we had sex, or other things. I don't take the time to wonder about them or even remember their names unless I have to. Basically no matter what I never felt attracted to them. So why can I never stop thinking about her.
"I guess I am", she said breathing out the smoke. She pressed down the end of the cigar onto the ashtray putting out the small flame. She then stood up and began heading for the doorway. She stopped for second about to look back, but decided not to then left my room. I took a deep breath in then out. I grabbed the pipe sucking up the smoke in it then exhaled the smoke. Even with the smoke filling my lungs, my chest still hurt. My heart really hurts.
