God of Mischief (Light of Obsession #2)

Chapter 5

Amelie

I hate it here. The room is stuffy and full of Heathens associates and club members and I'm a black sheep. An Elite in a swarm of her enemies.

I don't even know why I decided to agree to come, curiosity I guess. I'm a fucking idiot for being curious it seems.

I wore a low cut, strapless black dress with gloves and ripped tights. My hair is simply done, let down on my shoulders. Everyone has a mask on, bunny ones.

As I walk through the charity event, if this is what it even is, and am pulled by someone grabbing my arm. I immediately bring my fist to their face before the person blocks the punch.

"Hey, Kotyonok." Yuto smirks, tilting his head.

I wrestle away from him, scowling. "Don't just grab me, asshole." I sneer.

"Always a pleasure." He chuckles, running his hand through his jet-black hair. "Glad to see you held up your end of the bargain."

I make a scoffing sound and his eyes scan me from head to toe, lingering on my curves. "Nice dress."

"Thanks." I reply dryly.

"You know, I would've preferred you wear something more covering but I can fight so I don't mind."

"Excuse me?" I reply harshly, my head reeling. Who does this guy think he is?!

"I don't like people looking at you that way." He states like it's a regular fact, arms crossed.

"And why the hell not? I don't mind if people look, let them. I'm hot and I fucking know it."

"I don't like people ogling at what's mine, Kotyonok."

"If you think I'm yours then you're on a new level of delusion." I sneer.

His eyes take over me one last time before smiling and stepping back. "We'll see about that, won't we?"

I watch as Yuto saunters away, his confidence radiating like a heatwave through the crowded room. I shake my head, trying to clear the disarray of his presence from my thoughts. What the hell was that about? Who does he think he is, claiming me like some kind of property? The notion is ridiculous. I'm not his—never have been, never will be. I scoff again, half-laughing in disbelief as I adjust the torn edge of my tights.

I steal a glance around the sprawling banquet hall, decorated in hues of gold and crimson that clash with my mood. People mingle, their laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses, and I feel even more out of place amidst the glossy suits and poised elegance. My heart races, but I can't tell if it's from the room's oppressive atmosphere or the unexpected encounter with Yuto. I should have stayed home.

Suddenly, a commotion starts to build on the stage at the far side of the room. A hush falls as five men step on the podium, each with glowing masks. My brows knit together in confusion; this isn't a charity event. Something about this feels distinctly off.

The figure in the middle booms, voice amplified and commanding. "Welcome to the Heathens' initiation! Tonight, we welcome new members into our ranks through our most cherished tradition: the game of catch."

What? My stomach drops like a stone, and I'm bombarded with disbelief. There's an uneasy shift among the crowd—some are smiling, others whispering in anticipation. I push my way through the throng of bodies, trying to get closer to the stage. The words "catch" echo hauntingly in my mind, twisting into something menacing.

"Each participant must hide. The seekers will be us." The figure gestures dramatically, and my heart races even faster. I can't be here. This isn't what I signed up for. This is a setup, an ordeal wrapped in clandestine intentions. I feel the panic threatening to rise in my throat as the realization sinks in. I'm not just a curious observer; I'm part of something far more dangerous.

"...and once you are found, all bets are off." The figure's laughter sends chills down my spine, and I hear the crowd cheer, their excitement palpable in the thick air. I look around, half-expecting someone to have the same horrified expression I feel, but everyone else looks ready to pounce. Their eyes glint with mischief, with an eagerness for chaos. It dawns on me that they've been anticipating this moment far more than the charity aspect I'd been led to believe.

I whip around, scanning for any sign of Yuto, my brain racing to piece together my next move. Did he know? Is this what he wanted when he pulled me here? Before I can think further, I hear his voice slicing through the chatter.

"Told you it wouldn't be dull," he murmurs, appearing beside me once more, that damned smirk plastered across his face.

"Get away from me!" I snap, pushing past him, the warmth of his body still lingering like a taunt. But there's nowhere to go; the exits are likely already sealed off, and I can feel the anticipatory energy building in the room.

"Don't be like that, Kotyonok. This is going to be fun!" He grabs my arm gently but firmly, steering me away from the chaos and toward an exit. "The best part? You get to hide and I'll seek you out. How exhilarating is that?"

"Stop it! This is insane! I didn't agree to this!" I lash back, reigning in the urge to scream—just what kind of twisted game had he dragged me into? "You said charity event, Yuto. This is not charity! This is—you can't just play with people's lives like this!"

"Relax, it's just a game." His nonchalance grates on every nerve I possess. "Besides, you'll be fine. They only take those who can't handle it."

I roll my eyes, trying to wrestle free of his grip. "Let me go!" I snap, but my words carry no weight; he's unfazed. The way he looks at me stirs something deep inside, tangled with frustration and anger. There's a part of me that flourishes under his authority, a dark thrill I'd rather ignore.

"Really?" he teases, his dark brown eyes narrowing with interest. "You're going to defy me when you clearly have no option?"

"Option? Yuto, this is not a choice in my favor." I try to catch my breath, disregarding the way he rakes his gaze over me. "And what's with this 'we'll see about that' crap? Your possessiveness is absurd!"

"Admit it. You're curious. You want to play." He tilts his head, contemplating me like a puzzle. "Just like you wanted to come here." He leans closer, and I can smell the faint scent of cologne, warm and intoxicating. "What's the harm in embracing the chaos? Besides, it's not like I'll let anything happen to you."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," I warn, trying and failing to sound intimidating.

With that, the figure on stage beckons to the crowd around us. "Get ready! Count to a hundred, and may the best seeker win!" Cheers erupt, and I feel the room spin with a cocktail of excitement and dread.

Yuto pushes himself dangerously close to me, their eyes gleaming with untold secrets. "Trust me, Kotyonok," he murmurs. "We'll make it out of this together. But for now? You're on your own."

Before I can react, he steps back, blending within the enthusiasm of the crowd as they begin to scatter, the game snatching them like moths to a flame.

The air thickens with anxiety as I try to make sense of my surroundings, the laughter and shouts morphing into a cacophony of noise. I realize then that I have become prey in a vicious game—one that I never intended to be part of. My surroundings pulse as the excitement envelops me, but I can't shake the feeling that whatever fun they find in this initiation will only lead to disaster for anyone who dares to play. Vulnerability slithers up my spine.

I gulp, gripping the edge of the table beside me, as realization dawns: tonight, I'm not just a spectator. I am a player in a game far beyond my comprehension, with stakes far too high for my liking.

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A/N:
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