★VOID | Aventurine

✰Prologue

The narrow alley was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the dim glow of a flickering neon sign above a run-down bar. You leaned against the cold, damp wall, catching your breath, your heart racing from the narrow escape. The IPC was relentless, and tonight had been no exception. You'd barely managed to evade their grasp, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they caught up to you.

 As you collected yourself, a sound echoed down the alleyway. a slow, measured set of footsteps, each one purposeful and deliberate. You tensed, your instincts screaming at you to run, but something held you in place. There was an air of inevitability about this moment, as if you'd been destined to face it all along.

 From the shadows emerged a figure, tall and imposing, with a presence that seemed to command the very air around him. Aventurine. The IPC's top enforcer, known for his ruthless efficiency and, more disturbingly, his seductive charm. The dim light caught his features, casting a sharp silhouette that only accentuated his allure.

 "Running again, darling?" Aventurine's voice was a smooth, velvety drawl, each word dripping with a dangerous, captivating allure. He took a step closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

 You forced yourself to stand tall, meeting his gaze with as much defiance as you could muster. "What do you want, Aventurine? Here to drag me back to the IPC?"

 He chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to vibrate through the very air. "You know what I want, darling. But dragging you back? That's such a crude way to put it." He took another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, a predatory glint in his gaze. "I'm here to take you in, yes. But who says it has to be unpleasant?"

 The proximity was intoxicating, his presence overwhelming. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of his cologne filling your senses. Aventurine reached out, a gloved hand brushing a stray lock of hair from your face with a tenderness that belied his reputation. "You've made quite a name for yourself, haven't you? The elusive criminal always slipping through our fingers. But now, here you are. Right where I want you."

 His fingers lingered on your cheek, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Despite your resolve, you felt yourself drawn to him, the magnetism impossible to resist. Aventurine leaned in, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered, "You could make this so much easier, you know. Come with me willingly, and I might be inclined to...be gentle."

 You swallowed hard, the mixture of fear and desire a heady cocktail in your veins. "And if I refuse?"

 Aventurine smiled, his breath warm against your skin. "Then I'll have to take you by force. But trust me, darling, I know how to make even that enjoyable."

 The implication hung heavy in the air, his words a promise and a threat wrapped in one. You knew you were outmatched, outmaneuvered.But something about his presence, his touch, made you hesitate. Against your better judgment, you found yourself leaning into him, your body betraying your mind's screams to flee.

 Aventurine's smile widened, his arm sliding around your waist, pulling you close. "There's a good girl," he purred, his lips brushing against your ear once more. "See? This doesn't have to be difficult."

 With a deft movement, he captured your wrists in a firm but gentle grip, securing them behind your back. The click of the cuffs was a finality, yet you couldn't deny the strange sense of relief that washed over you. The chase was over. You were caught.

 Aventurine's eyes bore into yours, his expression one of triumphant satisfaction mixed with a dark, seductive promise. "Now, let's get you where you belong."

 As he led you away, his touch never wavering, you couldn't help but wonder if, perhaps, being caught by Aventurine wasn't the end but the beginning of something entirely unexpected.

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