Enemies.

Part Nine

Slamming the door behind you, tears of anger fall down your cheeks. It made you even more upset when you realized this wasn't the first time he made you cry.

No man had ever been able to get under your skin the way that Ghost had. Scratch that. No person has ever been able to get under your skin the way that Ghost had. Maybe, just maybe, this was for the best.

Your brain swirled with emotions, making it hard to utter a single word. It wasn't often you were rendered speechless, but you couldn't think straight. Your legs worked on their own, quickly pacing through the hallways.

As you slam open the training room doors, hoping to find nothing but silence, a room full of recruits whip their heads around. Heat rushes to your face as your feet continue to subconsciously take charge, backing away without saying a word. 

The one place where you could release all of your feelings, in a healthy way, was occupied. "What the hell are they doing there? It's midnight!" You complain inside your own head, figuring out your next move.

With a sigh, you pull out your phone to look for restaurants open past midnight. Your phone unlocks to the text thread between you and Ghost. Rage ignites within you just seeing his name on a screen... until you look at a particular message.

Scotch.

"Damn it! I didn't even get my drink..." You whisper to yourself, closing the messages before turning your phone off. You take a deep breath before your mind and feet fall back in unison.

The bar.

Determined to drink away Ghost and the egotistical asshole that he is, you head straight to the bartender. "You have Balvenie?" The man behind the bar nods, grabbing a small glass.

"Rough day?"

The thick German accent peaks your interest as you turn towards the voice. "Great, another masked man," You think, laughing off the thought. "Mhm," You respond. His eyes don't go unnoticed.

"Put it on my tab, please," The man motions toward the bartender. "No, it's really fine. I can-" Your words are interrupted by the masked man's. "I got it, Sonnenschein."

The way the German flowed off of his tongue was enough to keep your interest. He moved to the seat next to you, in attempt to make small talk with you. "Why the scotch?" He asks.

"Boy troubles," You roll your eyes at the thought of Ghost, your gaze falling to the scotch in front of you. His laughter pulls your attention back to his piercing blue eyes.

"Nein," His eyes squint, exposing the smile hidden under his masks. "I mean, schnapps is better. Köstlich." He swirls his glass around teasingly. You laugh awkwardly before turning your attention back to your own drink. "Ah, ah, ah," The man taunts.

"Taste." He demands, sliding his glass over to you. Your gaze switches from his drink to his eyes. "I don't take drinks from strangers," You politely decline his request, pushing the glass back over.

"König," He motions to himself. "And the beautiful human in front of me is?" He moves his hands towards you. "Y/N," You say softly, blushing at his words.

His eyes squint once again. "Not strangers anymore, ja?" He laughs. "Now taste." He demands once again.

Your eyes widen as he hands you the glass. Giving in, your lips press against his glass, taking a small sip. As you swallowed, the slight burning sensation was masked by the
smoky flavor.

Damn, was it good.

"Not bad," You smile handing the glass back to König. His eyes lock onto yours, eager to know more about you. "So, boy troubles?" He tilts his head, taking another sip.

You shoot him a warning glare. "I'd rather not talk about it," Your teeth clenching ever so slightly at his question. "I just wanted to know how a man threw away such a perfect woman," He chuckles to himself.

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks once again before catching yourself. "I just said I didn't want to talk about it," Annoyance filled your voice at his persistence.

"Fine, liebling. I assume you're available then?" You laugh at his pathetic attempt to ask you out. "You know, I'd rather not talk at all. Not interested in anything," You sip your scotch avoiding his gaze as he speaks up.

"Not even a one night stand, liebe?"