Sander Sides oneshots

Criminal (prinxiety, of course.)

Tw: cross-dressing, talk of abuse in a relationship, cursing. If I'm missing anything, please tell me so I can add it!
I'm trying something new ig
Also this sucks so badly, I'm sorry it's 3 am and I haven't slept in a week.

Roman ran down the street, throwing a door to, what he thought was an abandoned factory, open and shutting it quickly. He waited for a moment, hearing the car that was following him pass by. He sighed and stepped further into the building. He suddenly gasped when an arm wrapped around his arms, keeping them down and a hand covered his eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. You can't be looking in here, is all." A low voice said into his ear. "Can't have you getting your fingerprints on anything either, baby."

Roman blushed brightly at the nickname, but he nodded nonetheless. The man put a blindfold on Roman, who felt a strange trust to the stranger.

"I need to frisk you. To make sure you don't have any weapons on you. Arms up." Roman put his arms up, his blush growing as the man's hands touched him. Roman then remembered the knife strapped to his thigh under his skirt. The man didn't say anything about it, so Roman assumed he didn't feel it. He checked the pockets of Romans jacket. Soon rope wrapped around his wrists behind his back.

"W-why the- the restraints?" Roman stuttered.

"So you don't touch anything. Precautions. Don't worry." He said simply. "So baby, tell me, what are you doing here?"

"M-My ex boyfriend was following me, so I just came in here to hide for the night until I can get to my friends house across town." Roman spoke honestly as the man lead him through a door to sit on a rather comfortable couch. An office, it seemed.

"So, Roman Prince, why were you running from your ex boyfriend?" The man asked.

"How do you know my name?" Roman asked. The man chuckled, placing something into Romans pocket of his jacket.

His wallet.

"I was just curious. Don't worry, all 32 dollars and 78 cents is still there." He said. Roman could hear the grin in his voice. "Anyway, I asked you a question, baby."

"Right- um.. I broke up with him because he was really..." Roman paused, shaking his head, "he went crazy when I told him I was done so I left."

The man nodded and hummed.

"So... Whats you're name?" Roman asked.

"Virgil Storm." He said. Roman nodded.

Silence.

"I um... I thought this place was abandoned." Roman said rather awkwardly.

"It was. Before me and my men set up camp here."

"Your men?" Roman asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah. Ever heard of the criminal 'Anxiety?'"

"Yeah, I saw a couple things in the news about him." Roman replied. 'Anxiety' was one of the most feared criminals out there. They have nothing on him, no pictures, no real name, no address, absolutely nothing.

"That's me." Virgil said in all seriousness. Romans breath hitched just barely.

"O-oh." Roman stuttered. Roman knew his name, where the cops could find him, why was Virgil so okay with that? Suddenly Roman wished he hadnt let him out the blindfold and restraints on him. "I-i think I should go." He said as he stood up, inching where he thinks is the exit.

"Baby, sit down. I told you I wouldn't hurt you and I meant it." Virgil said, staying seated on the couch. Roman froze, though didn't attempt to get back to the couch. Virgil sighed and stood up, walking over to him. "What would make you feel safer, baby?" He asked softly.