The night the bank doors lock and the alarms blare, the room fills with dread and terror. Masks. Guns. Commands filling the room. No one dares to disobey. At the centre of it all stands Ginny, a thief who learned long ago that distance is safer than mercy. Among the many fearful hostages, Jay refuses to look away. Composed where hearts waver. Steady when the room begins to shrink. A quiet kind of courage that refuses to crack under the weight of vulgar threats and gunshots. Their worlds were never meant to touch. Yet in the quiet space between sirens and stolen seconds, the tension begins to shift. -- "You're not as heartless as you pose to be, Khun Velvet." Jay says softly while folding her arms. Ginny's grip around her gun tightens. "You don't know shit." Maybe she's right... or maybe it was the most dangerous lie ever told.

Ginny Natnicha and Jayna Stevens were never supposed to be anything but enemies. They were meant to compete, to clash, to hate. But lol? Rules don't really work when your brain and heart are on some other shit. 🔞 | Rated 18+ | Mature Content | Not Suitable for Minors