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My asassin *PT 2*

A/N: careful cause this part gets crazy

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The atmosphere in that dimly lit doorway shifted as Y/N's usual bubbly and protective demeanor transformed into something heartless, cold, and dangerous. A chilling transformation had taken place, and the air seemed to thicken with the intensity of the moment.

Undeterred by Alex's attempt at confidence, Y/N stepped even closer, her eyes fixed on him with an icy gaze that sent shivers down his spine. The shadows seemed to dance with an ominous energy as Y/N, now truly frightening, stood only inches away.

Alex, attempting to maintain a façade of arrogance, couldn't help but make another snarky comment. "Looks like the little protector is trying to be tough. You think you can scare me?"

Y/N's response was a chilling silence, her eyes boring into him with an intensity that spoke volumes. The baseball bat in her hands became a silent symbol of the rage and protectiveness that fueled her actions. The tension in the air grew thicker, a palpable force that hinted at the impending clash between two opposing forces.

In that moment, Y/N had shed her usual warmth, replacing it with a steely resolve that demanded justice. The night held its breath, uncertain of the outcome, as these two figures stood locked in a silent confrontation that seemed destined to spiral into something far more dangerous.

As Alex's cocky demeanor began to waver, replaced by a subtle acknowledgment of the seriousness of the situation, Y/N's transformation into a formidable force became even more apparent. Her once warm and protective nature had given way to a chilling resolve, manifesting in the coldness of her eyes, the small, unsettling smile that played on her lips, and the overall heartless aura that surrounded her.

Alex, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, attempted another cocky comment, a feeble attempt to regain control of the situation. "You think you're tough, huh? Bet you've never faced someone like me."

Y/N's response was a cold, humorless laugh that echoed in the stillness of the night. Her eyes never wavered, and the unsettling smile lingered, an eerie contrast to the darkness that surrounded them. The baseball bat in her hands became an extension of her determination, a silent warning of the consequences he might face.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of," Y/N finally spoke, her voice devoid of its usual warmth, replaced by a steely edge that sent a shiver down Alex's spine.

As Y/N stepped closer, the air thickened with an eerie intensity. The door, once a barrier between them, creaked closed, shutting them into a confined space that seemed to amplify the tension. Y/N's eyes remained fixed on Alex, unyielding and relentless.

The room felt smaller as Y/N closed the distance, her heartless form casting an ominous shadow over the encounter. She spoke with a low, menacing tone, each word dripping with the weight of her anger and determination.

"You thought you could hurt her and get away with it," Y/N's voice was a dangerous whisper, cutting through the silence. "But tonight, you're going to learn that actions have consequences."

Alex, now visibly unsettled, stammered in response, attempting to mask his unease with a feeble attempt at confidence. "You're just a girl with a bat. What are you going to do?"

The unsettling smile on Y/N's face widened, her eyes narrowing in a predatory manner. "Oh, Alex, you have no idea what I'm capable of. I suggest you start praying, because tonight, you're going to face the consequences you deserve."

The room seemed to close in on Alex as Y/N's presence became even more suffocating.

As the weight of Y/N's threat sank in, Alex's bravado crumbled, and a genuine fear crept into his eyes. Stammering, he uttered an apology, "I-I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt her that bad."