Undisclosed Desires

19. Give Me Everything

"You're crazy." Eita's voice echoes as you get ready. "Daishou said not to go in there. And for once, I think he's right."

"Which dress looks hotter? The red one or the black one?" You ignore Eita's speech of disapproval.

"Ew. Don't ask me a question like that." He groans. "The black one, obviously."

"HELLO, ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? You can't do this."

Ever since you were a kid, you had that tiny voice in your head saying, "stop y/n, this is dangerous."

As you got older, the voice in your head personified your baby brother. Who made sure to remind you EVERY SINGLE DAY, ringing in your ears with his nagging.

Well, it's a useless sound because you're going to do it anyway. Makes you want to do it even more, actually.

Crossing his arms, he hovers by the door, stopping you from leaving.

"It's just a club, Sem. There's nothing dangerous about it. I'm just going to scope it out. No big deal."

"Since it's no big deal, you won't mind if I tag along."

You could have tried to argue back with him. Knowing him, you probably would have won the argument. But even still, having a wingman with you wouldn't hurt.

The neon sign glowed blue, reflecting the damp concrete. Sequins and tulle scattered in the line to get in, circling around the building.

If you came alone, you probably would have just snuck in with the crowds of people walking in without waiting in the long-ass line.

However, Eita is with you. And his look of disapproval and disgust towards any person who looks in your direction. He sticks out like a sore thumb.

"Not you. Only her." The bouncer bluntly says.

"What! That's not fair? Why the hell not?" Eita huffs.

"Because you smell like bacon. No piggy's allowed." The man with the tribal tattoos steps forward, unamused by Eita's argument.

His bicep was probably, if not more, massive than your head, so you happily tugged your brother away from the bouncer.

"Eita. I'll be fine. Okay? Please. Let me do this. Trust me. Whatever happens, don't make a scene, okay? Go home. Please."

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You don't always consider yourself lucky. But meeting the one person who can link the shady nightclub dealings with the Inarizaki on your first try?

Jackpot.

"Meeting the owner of Labyrinth? How did I get so lucky." You smirk at him.

"As I said, I haven't seen you around here before. Thought I'd introduce myself." There was confidence in him and his monotone voice. Like he sounded uninterested in the conversation. But as you notice his black eyes trail your low-cut dress, his fingers softly twitching through his black leather gloves, he was far from uninterested.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but when I think of an owner of a nightclub, you don't necessarily pop in my mind." There are no images, no criminal background, no social media promotional pictures, no paparazzi, nothing on this Sakusa person.

You concluded that he was a gray-haired man, on the older side, who just simply didn't know how to use the internet.

But the man in front of you, even though his covered mask, you can tell he was attractive.

"Oh really? Why is that?" He rests his elbow on top of the bar table, placing his chin on the palm of his hands

Like most bar areas, the stools are elevated, having to rest your feet on the foot rail. Sakusa, both of his feet touch the ground as his body shifts towards you, legs loosely resting wide open in his slumped position.