𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 - lookism

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You pick up the phone and place it on your ear, to hear who is calling and what they have to say.

You hear a deep voice on the other end say, "I'm outside your house, and I have something that belongs to you." Before you could say something they cut the call which left you confused.

Out of curiosity you limped your way down the stairs and hopped to the door taking a deep breath. 'I cant get hurt, i can protect myself with my ability' you thought to yourself as you reached down for the door handle.

You opened the door to see who it was but couldn't see someone in sight and the cold wind sent a chill down your spine as you stepped outside looking around. "prank callers", you scoffed to yourself walking back in but was you were about to close the door someone grabbed the other side of it which made you jump a little.

You peep around the door, trying to see who grabbed it. The dim light makes it hard to see clearly, but you catch a glimpse of a shadowy figure standing just outside.

It was Gun. He stood there with an intense look in his eyes, his presence was unsettling. You feel a mix of fear and curiosity as you wonder what he might want.

You could feel Gun's gaze piercing through you, even behind his sunglasses. His intense presence makes you uneasy as you wait for him to speak or make a move.

Gun reached into his pocket and pulled out a necklace. It was the one they had taken from you some days back. He held it out towards you, his expression unreadable.

Without a single word exchanged, you take the necklace from Gun's outstretched hand, feeling the weight of the tension between you.

Gun breaks the silence with a direct question, "what do you need from dg?", His tone is serious, and his question implies concern about your intentions regarding DG.

You reply firmly, "That's none of your concern," assuring your privacy regarding your situation with DG.

Gun takes a puff of his cigarette, his gaze steady on you. The silence hangs heavily between you, adding awkwardness to the moment as you wait for him to respond or make a move.

You chuckle nervously and break the tension by saying, "I'll just close this door." With a slight nervous laugh, you begin to shut the door, hoping to end the encounter with him.

Feeling trapped, you exclaim, "what is your problem?" as Gun blocks the door, preventing you from closing it. The situation intensifies, and he grabs you by the shoulder pulls you closer to him.

He drops the cigarette from his fingers and places his right hand at the back of your head as his left slowly went down to your waist.

You looked down at his hand with a confused look but quickly looked back up to see what he was up to. He used his right hand to slowly stroke the back of your head leaving you confused and a little uncomfortable as the space between the both of you was extremely short.

You could feet his cold breath on your warm face, before you could open your mouth to say anything he moved his right hand to your back and pulled you into a hug.

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