𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 - lookism

035

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You hear the sound of a motorcycle coming closer to the beach you look up and notice that the figure is wearing all black. They take off their helmet and thats when you recognise them.

Your heart skips a beat as you recognize the figure on the motorcycle—it's Gun. He dismounts smoothly, his all-black outfit stark against the dark night and churning waters. The air feels heavy with tension as realization crashes over you. This wasn't just any rescue.

Gun walks with purpose toward the shore, his sharp eyes scanning the area, no doubt looking for you. The black ensemble only makes him more intimidating, his cold expression unreadable. You stay tucked in the boat, your heart pounding as you try to figure out his motives. Is he here to help or is this a continuation of the trap?

You grip the phone tighter and whisper to the operator, "Someone just arrived. I know him, but I don't know if he's here to help me."

"Stay hidden. If you're not sure, don't reveal yourself yet," she responds quickly. "Help is still on the way."

Gun pauses for a moment, glancing toward the boat. He steps closer to the shoreline, inspecting the area as if he knows you're near. His presence sends chills down your spine, and you can't help but wonder if he's part of the plan to lure you into a false sense of security.

Gun's sharp gaze locks onto your hiding spot as he starts walking into the water, his expression unreadable. Each step he takes feels heavy, like time is slowing down. You freeze, your mind racing as you debate whether to stay hidden or reveal yourself. His movements are deliberate, focused—he knows exactly where you are.

"Y/N," his voice cuts through the sound of the waves, calm but carrying a weight of authority. "Come out."

You're not sure whether it's a command or an offer of help. The tension between you two is thick, and the uncertainty of his motives leaves you paralyzed for a moment. His approach is relentless, the water barely slowing him down as he nears the boat.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he says, his tone a little softer now, but you still can't fully trust it.

You take a deep breath, weighing your options. Running would be impossible with him so close, and staying hidden might only make things worse.

"What do you want?" you finally ask, your voice shaking slightly, trying to sound braver than you feel.

Gun stops a few feet away from the boat, the water lapping at his legs as he studies you. "I'm here to take you out of here. This trap... wasn't my doing

Gun narrows his eyes slightly, sensing your hesitation. His usual cold demeanor softens just a fraction, enough to show that maybe, just maybe, there's some truth behind his words.

"I don't care if you trust me," he says bluntly, his voice low and steady. "But I didn't set you up. If I wanted you gone, I wouldn't be here explaining myself."

He pauses, letting his words sink in. "You know how this world works, Y/N. Trust is a luxury you can't afford. But right now, you don't have many choices."

You glance around, the water, the shore, the beach house... He's right. The odds aren't in your favor, and escaping on your own might be impossible.

"You want to get out of this, or not?" he asks, his voice firm but not unkind.

It's clear he's not the kind to give empty promises. You may not trust him completely, but in this moment, he might be your only chance.

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