ҒᎪͲᎬ ᎪΝᎠ ᎪᎬͲᎻᎬᎡՏ|| Love and Deepspace Fanfic {Sylus X Reader}

■*°☆𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕷𝖎𝖊𝖘☆°*

The week passed by like a blur. Like he said, he stayed in touch with Y/N. By staying in touch he meant calling her only once, throughout the week and that was to tell her the details of the mission. Y/N sat on the couch a plate of sushi on the table, the TV was on, but she wasn't really watching it, The penthouse was too quiet, it scared her. Mephisto wasn't with her so she felt comfortable, atleast unlike before.

She took her phone and looked at the contact on it, she wasn't sure whether to make a call to him. She didn't want to talk to him for the pleasure of it, she wanted to ask about the thing he was sending, right?. Yeah, that was it. She had chosen to deny the fondness she began to have for him.

She stared at the number, her finger hovering over the call button.

Her reasoning that it was only to get more information about the mission was true, but deep down, she knew that she also longed to hear his voice again. It was a conflicting feeling, one she wasn't used to.

She finally took a deep breath and tapped the call button.

The phone rang in her ear, and she waited for his voice to answer.

"..."

She immediately hung up. Not thinking he'd actually pick up. Her mind raced a 100km/h, what the hell had she done? What if he got upset by the call?. Y/N facepalmed and ran her fingers through her hair.

*Ding Dong*

Her gaze shot to the door. Finally, maybe it was the package or it could be room service. She walked to the door, opening it. To her surprise, there was no one at the door except a red box that sat on the floor with a note on it. Y/N picked up the box and went in closing the door behind her. She walked to the couch reading the note.

"Wear this along with the dress."

Y/N opened the box and pulled out a red dress and a small box. She opened the small box and pulled out a white mask with cat ears. A smile plastered itself on her face.

"You've got to be kidding me..."She looked at the mask once more before reaching for her phone and dialing the only number on it, again. It rang for a few seconds.

"Speak..." The man said gruffly

Y/N held the phone to her ear, annoyance and frustration in her tone.

"You sent a costume, really? Why would I wear this to a mission-"

"Stop your whining," he said, for a moment Y/N felt frightened on hearing his voice.

"You agreed to cooperate, didn't you? Now stop asking questions and do as you're told."

Y/N stayed quiet examining the mask in her hand.

"Besides, it's a masquerade auction...I chose the mask that best suits you."

Her face twisted into a look of confusion and disgust.

"So, a cat pops up when you think of what suits me...how considerate..." He chuckled.

"Of course."

"I'll burn it..."

"Oh feel free, but...you'll owe me 20million."

"You..."

Y/N clutched the phone tighter in her hand, her jaw clenching at the thought of owing him a massive sum of money.

"You're so generous," she retorted sarcastically.

"Fine, I'll wear it..."

Irritation dripped out her voice, her mind racing at the thought of going undercover at a masquerade auction in a silly cat mask, in other aspects, the mask wasn't bad it was indeed gorgeous but it felt uncomfortable to her.