fog of vengeance | h. ran

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"Fuck off," Y/N curses under her breath. "Just one bribe will do." His father's cold voice enters, giving shivers run through her blood. "This tradition is bullshit. Law has never said that for a long lasting marriage, we have to—" Y/N gasps when she feels a weight on her lap. It's his hand. Underneath the table. He squeezes her lap gently, Y/N's head quickly drops down. Haitani Ran smiles at the family, as he leans closer.

Too close.
He's too close.
Too close.
Close.
Close.

"Watch your language here."

He whispers in her ear. Y/N can feel it. The spark in her soul. Butterflies in her stomach. This isn't the right time for her to feel that. Yet— "I hate you." She whispers back, clutching on her chopsticks tightly. "We can handle that later, woman." Ran leans back against his seat. "So?" And again, all she has to do is follow what they want until they shut their mouths up, that's her win. It's simple, just bribe him and it's done.

Y/N lets out a small growl before picking up a piece of fish as she glares at Ran. "Get your mouth here." The Mother shakes her head. "Can't you be more lady and gentle to your husband?" Y/N squeezes the fish tighter. "Get your mouth over here." She absolutely ignores the Mother's words. Ran sighs before tilting his body to her direction. He draws closer, he places his palm on her seat, trapping her. Y/N starts to breathe heavily. Really, it feels like fireworks are playing in her stomach. She can hear his soft playful chuckle. She can smell the cologne on his suit, it smells so good and pleasure, no denial. "Feed me."

W-What is he saying?! A red spark is about to appear on Y/N's cheeks. She wants no one to see her flustered. They can't see how weak she gets because of this man. They can't see that this man is the reason why her heart is beating so fast. Y/N quickly shoves the fish into his mouth before turning her face away. No one has ever made her fluster before. No one. Y/N looks down on the food. And starts eating it. Since conducting that stupid tradition, she has never raised her head up at the table.

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As soon as she gets out of the restaurant, a big sigh escapes from her. It was embarrassing. She hates herself for blushing because of him. Y/N is walking to her car, until a cold voice calls her from behind. "Are you sick?" He questions and she quickly gets into her car. "Why are you asking me that..." Her voice is low, as her gaze only pastes at the steering wheel. "Because your face is red ever you bribed me."

This man—

"Nothing for you to care about. Go away." Y/N's about to close the door. She can't face him another. Enough for today. Enough for tonight. Ran spreads the door wider, as he places one hand on the dashboard. He lifts up her chin, forcing Y/N's eyes to look at him after hiding her face from everyone. Yes, her face is fully red. And yes, he's trapping her. "Or is it because of that tradition?" His voice goes low and husky. She craves it. She wants to hear it again. She wants to hear it everyday. She wants to hear his voice.

"If I look closely," Y/N freezes there. She could fight him back. She could push him away. No matter how many times her brain tells her, Y/N follows the heart. And it says, Let Him. He leans closer as his hand slowly goes down to her throat. He's too near, too near, too near, too near, too near. ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶h̶i̶m̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶k̶i̶s̶s̶ ̶m̶e̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶l̶i̶p̶s̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶s̶t̶ ̶m̶i̶n̶e̶.̶No. I hate him. Haitani Ran's fingers press her skin, as it traces her collarbone hidden under her dark suit. Y/N bites her tongue. She has been holding her breath.