The King's Avatar one-shot (xreader)

Zhang Jiale- Masquerade

"Nice work," the staff greeted Zhang Jiale who just descended the stairs and went behind the curtains to hide himself. 

He took off his mask and your eyes met. You stood there stupefied.

Rule one: Never see the person's face behind the mask. Do not know their identity.

and you... just broke the rule.

Zhang Jiale looked at you, sighed and ran his hand through his hair. His long bangs were briefly pushed behind revealing his handsome face.

"Well," he started, closing in, pressing you towards the wall until he was able to do the all-famous kabedon,

"What are you going to do now?"

He looked you up and down and smirked, "guess time for punishment."

You gulped, instantly assessing your escape route:

None.

Possibility to leave unscathed: 

Zero.

Possibility to liaise:

None.

Well, damn me!

You raised your hand to slap his arm confining you away but he immediately caught it:

"I already know this move, no need to even think of trying."

But I just thought of trying it.

You rolled your eyes: "Can you just let me go? I won't tell anyone."

"No."

Of course not...

"Then what do you want?"

"Hmm, I'm a real gentleman-"

Of course, you are, totally.

"So, I'll spare you the embarrassment and keep it private."

" You mean-" your eyes widened hopeful.

"Nope, that's not what I meant. What I mean," he pulled you off the wall and held you in his arms, raised your chin with his fingers while his other hand travelled from your neck down to your backside. A shiver ran down your spine but you couldn't move, his grip was too strong.

"What I meant was sparing you the shame of doing it here."

His lips pulled up, highlighting his handsome face in a mischievous and seducing way.

"And you know, you can't escape your punishment," he put on his mask and led you out of the backstage area.

Various eyes turned to you, various whispers flooded through the air into your ears but none of them reached your brain, all you could feel was the touch of his hand- quite forceful- leading you through the room like a prized swine about to be brought to the butcher.

Although, to be fair at the moment you were already butchered by the stares and gossip of everyone in the room- what were you doing with the host? Who did you think you were?

But none of that registered with you as you adjusted your mask and fixated your view on his jacket...

While you went across the whole room...

While several people stopped you wanting to probe Zhang Jiale what he was doing, behind their fake smiles...

While he pushed you through all of this...

While it was silent as he pulled you along the corridors...

and while you stood in front an ominous- but fairly pretty normal hotel room- door