White Rose pt.1 (NSFW)

Prologue

Raindrops painted the window as she waited for another random customer from her schedule to appear. She picks up another volume of Chainsaw Man sighing heavily. She bites her fingers in anticipation, hearing a bell jingle signaling someone's arrival. Theory quickly puts aside her manga, heading towards the man that just entered her shop.

"Welcome to my parlor," She moves her dark brown hair behind her left ear. "Can I get the name of your appointment?"

"James" a throaty voice answered

She pulls up her iPad to check her appointment schedules her nails tapping the screen softly, nodding her head as she finds the name.

"M'hum, your twenty minutes late. Sit over there" She says giving him a bored look, putting her hand on her hip, and pointing to the empty chair.

Theory hated when people were late to their appointments, no matter if it was five minutes, ten minutes, or even twenty minutes, in this case. No one should fuck with her schedule.

"You're only using black ink today, right?", she says in a soothing tone.

"Yeah," he says with a smirk on his face.

She could tell that he was cocky as hell, even though it looks like he just snorted crack off the sidewalk.

She turned away from the man beginning to prep her station, wiping down the ink trays, getting out new ink and needles, setting down paper towels, and grabbing a pair of latex gloves.

She felt chills down her spine as she felt his stare on her backside as she bends down to grab a new box of ink from under a counter.

A wolf whistle could be heard along well "You should bend over for me sometimes" James says.

Theory quickly stands up Turing to look at him, her face burning red from the disrespect. She was used to being catcalled but not in her shop.

"What did you just say?" She asked looking at him with disgust.

He chuckled, "I said You should bend over for me sometimes"  his arms crossed staring at me with a lustful glaze.

She didn't accept this type of harassment and will never accept it.

The asshole opened his mouth to say something else but before he could, theory ripped off her newly applied gloves giving him a glare.

"Get the Hell out of my shop!" She said fuming.

She watched as his expression turned sour at her words as he stands up and stalks his way toward her tiny figure. She starts to back up trying to put as much distance she can between herself and the kinda scary guy.

"What did you say?", he croaked out with his eyebrows raised, as he grabs her left shoulder tightly.

Theory's whole body tensed as she felt the grip on her shoulder, and she froze.

"Ha ha! Cat got your tongue?" He smirked, creepily looking down at her. His hand slowly makes its way down her body as he licks his lips.

Before he could do anything else the sound of bell rinses throughout the quiet store. Making theory snaps back into reality as James starts to pull the bottom of the woman's shirt not noticing the arrival of a new person.

She notices how close James is and tries to push him away while screaming in his ear "Get the Hell out of my shop", using all the strength she had left.

The harasser lets out a wicked chuckle, "You need to be put in your place." as he grips her waist tightly. Before he could do anything else.

A deep voice calls out "She said get out of her shop."

Theory tries to get remove the strange man's grip on her to see who the newly arrived man was but before he could get a word out James tightens his grip on her making her release a wince.

"Fuck off, she needs to be thought a lesson," James practically barks as he pushes his body closer to the tiny brown-haired girl. Theory Wiggles slightly as she tries again to undo his grip.

the sound of something clicking can be heard in the room for a second, then she noticed James' Body tense up in front of her his grip on her loosening enough for her to break from his hold and move far away from him.

"S-Shit man, I'm sorry",  James stutters out as he puts his hands up.

Theory shoots her head up confused as she looks across the room from her new safe spot, she releases a soft gasp as she takes in the new image of a very handsome man she's never seen before holding a customized Glock to the newly scared male head.

She couldn't help but stare in awe as her eyes trailed down his body, taking every little detail not missing the full sleeve of tattoos on his left arm and how he was full of muscle. 

She quickly snapped back into reality as her eyes focused on the gun in his veiny hands. She got slick goosebumps at the fact that he pulled out a gun in HER  shop.  But she was grateful non less. 

James opened his mouth to say something but before he could, Gun Man said "Leave. Don't ever come back" his deep voice ranged out as he lowered his gun.

Without another word, the asshole ran out of the building without looking back. Leaving Theory and the random hot man alone in the tattoo parlor.