₩𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏- Osaki Shotaro x Lee Chanyoung
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄- Fluff ig? , confession
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Anton had never encountered a criminal quite like Shotaro. For years, Shotaro had eluded capture, his sassy attitude and quick wit making him a legend among the FBI. Anton, now 23 and one of the youngest agents on his team, had made it his mission to catch Shotaro. It had become personal, a game of cat and mouse that had consumed his thoughts and dreams.
Anton sat at his desk, the fluorescent lights of the FBI office casting a harsh glow on the papers strewn about. Pictures of Shotaro, captured from various security cameras, stared back at him. Despite countless attempts, Anton had never managed to catch the elusive thief. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, frustration boiling over.
"Still working on the Shotaro case?" asked Lisa, his partner, leaning against his desk.
"Yeah," Anton replied, not looking up. "I just don't get it. How does he always stay one step ahead?"
Lisa shrugged. "He's good. But so are you. You'll get him eventually."
As Lisa walked away, Anton's phone buzzed. A message. He glanced at the screen, expecting another routine update, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw the sender: Shotaro.
**Meet me at the old warehouse on 5th. Come alone. - S**
Anton hesitated for a moment. This could be a trap, but it was also his best chance to finally catch Shotaro. He grabbed his coat and headed for the door, his mind racing with possibilities.
The warehouse was dark and abandoned, the perfect place for an ambush. Anton moved cautiously, his hand resting on his holstered gun. Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the shadows. Shotaro. He was just as Anton remembered: tall, lean, with a smirk that could melt hearts or freeze blood.
"Anton," Shotaro greeted, his voice smooth and confident. "Long time no see."
"Shotaro," Anton replied, keeping his distance. "What do you want?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Shotaro's smile widened. "I want you."
Before Anton could react, something hard struck the back of his head, and darkness swallowed him whole.
When Anton came to, he found himself in a dimly lit room, his hands bound behind his back. He struggled against the ropes, but they were tight. Shotaro sat across from him, watching with amusement.
"Comfortable?" Shotaro asked, leaning back in his chair.
"What do you think?" Anton shot back. "What are you planning, Shotaro?"
Shotaro's expression turned serious. "The FBI building. I'm going to blow it up."
Anton felt a chill run down his spine. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, but I am," Shotaro said, standing up. "Unless, of course, you can convince me otherwise."
"And how am I supposed to do that?" Anton asked, his mind racing.
Shotaro moved closer, his eyes locking onto Anton's. "You have something I want, Anton. Give it to me, and maybe I'll reconsider."
Anton swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "And what is it you want?"
"You," Shotaro whispered, his face inches from Anton's. "I want you, Anton. Always have."
For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Anton's mind reeled with the implications of Shotaro's words. This wasn't just a game to him. It was something more, something deeper.
