Y/n POV
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"Okay, but I don't agree with this! You told me I'd be your girlfriend for one thing—not all of this!"
Mr. Annoying smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. "But baby, isn't this what a girlfriend should do?"
I rolled my eyes. "Technically, I'm not your real girlfriend. You forced me into this, remember?"
He let out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head as if I was the one being unreasonable. "Look at you, Y/N. Do you really think I'm desperate to be your boyfriend? Like I have no other options?"
Ouch. That was rude.
I folded my arms, glaring at him. "Well then, you should just—"
Before I could finish, he cut me off with a smirk still plastered on his face. "Enough. This is what you have to do, and this is what you get. Now stop arguing and come with me. I'll show you something."
His hand wrapped around my wrist before I could react, pulling me forward. I stumbled slightly, my shoes scraping against the ground as I tried to keep up.
"Hey! Let go of me!" I protested, trying to shake off his grip. "Where are we even going?"
He didn't answer right away, just kept walking with that annoying confidence of his. His grip wasn't too tight, but it was firm enough to make it clear that he wasn't letting go.
After a few more steps, I yanked my arm back with all my strength. This time, he actually let go, turning around to look at me with an amused expression.
"You're so dramatic," he chuckled. "Just trust me for once."
I scoffed. "Trust you? Yeah, right. That's like trusting a fox not to eat a chicken."
He laughed at that, shaking his head. "Come on, Y/N. If I wanted to mess with you, I would've done it already. Just follow me."
"Fine," I muttered.
I groaned. Why am I even dealing with him?
Still, against my better judgment, I followed him.
As we walked, he pressed a button, and a small elevator door slid open. Without a word, we stepped inside. He was behind me, and even though he wasn't saying anything, I could feel his gaze on me.
The elevator was quiet, except for the faint hum of it moving. My eyes stayed on the numbers ticking up, but my mind was on him. Why was he staring? What was he planning?
After a few seconds, the doors opened with a soft chime. We stepped out, and I was immediately taken aback.
The room before me was huge—bigger than I expected. The high ceiling made it feel even grander, and the soft lighting gave it a warm, welcoming glow. It was… beautiful. Large windows stretched along one side, allowing the soft golden light of the setting sun to pour in.
I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "What is this place?"
He walked ahead, shoving his hands into his pockets. "This is the room I spend most of my time in," he said, glancing around as if lost in thought. "When I was young, I always felt safe here."
I nodded, not sure what to say. There was something different in his voice—not his usual cocky tone, but something… softer.
He led me toward a corner where several paintings and framed pictures were displayed. Some looked old, some newer. He pointed at a few of them, telling me stories about his past, but honestly, I wasn't interested. I wasn't trying to be rude, but my mind was elsewhere.
Then, just as I was pretending to admire a painting, my phone rang.
The screen lit up with a name.
Kayden.
I blinked, suddenly feeling more alert. Why was he calling me now?
I glanced at Mr. Annoying, who had stopped talking the moment my phone rang. His eyes flicked to the screen, his expression unreadable.
Mr. Annoying glanced at my phone screen, his expression unreadable. "Who's calling?" he asked.
"It's Kayden," I replied, watching for any reaction. He simply nodded.
"You can pick up," he said, his voice oddly calm.
I hesitated for a moment before accepting the call. Just as I got up to step away and talk to Kayden, I suddenly felt a firm grip around my waist.
What the—?
I turned my head slightly, only to see Mr. Annoying standing right behind me. His arms wrapped around me, holding me in place. His face was close—too close. Before I could protest, he raised a finger to his lips, signaling that he wanted to listen.
My heart skipped a beat. What is he doing?!
Kayden's voice came through the phone. "Y/N? Are you there?"
I cleared my throat, trying to act normal despite the fact that a certain annoying someone was holding me hostage. "I—yes, yes, Kayden."
He sighed. "Oof, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. How about you?" I said quickly, hoping Kayden would pick up on my tone.
"Well, I'm missing my assistant. You know, the only reason I'm working extra is because she's not here."
I smiled a little. "Oh, sorry about that."
Before Kayden could say more, I felt Mr. Annoying's grip subtly tighten around my waist. My breath hitched for a second, but I forced myself to focus.
Kayden chuckled. "So, are you enjoying your date with your boyfriend?"
I let out a small laugh. "Kayden, can I call you later?" I asked, subtly trying to signal that now wasn't a good time.
Right then, Mr. Annoying's hands tightened even more around me, sending a shiver down my spine. What is his problem?!
Kayden hummed. "Ohh, okay, okay. I get it,"
The moment the call ended, I quickly yanked myself out of Mr. Annoying's grip, turning to glare at him. "What the hell was that?!"
Mr. Annoying leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with an amused smirk. "Listening to my girlfriend chat with her boss… Interesting."
I sighed, rubbing my temple. "Look, I'm not the kind of girl who likes touching and kissing that soon."
His smirk didn't fade. "But I like that. And, remember, you still haven't given me a hug."
I scoffed, stepping back. "I'm not giving you anything."
His eyes darkened slightly, his smirk turning into something more serious. "So, are you breaking the rules? Because if you do, Y/N, the consequences won't be good."
My breath caught in my throat. There was something in his voice—a warning, a challenge. My chest tightened, and I felt a lump forming in my throat. I can't cry. Not in front of him.
I blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears from falling, but he noticed.
His expression shifted, and he sighed, stepping closer. His voice was softer this time. "Don't cry, okay? Let's just go."
I swallowed hard, nodding slightly before turning toward the elevator. I stepped inside, pressing the button, waiting for him to follow.
But just as I expected him to enter, he didn't.
He leaned against the doorway instead. "Ah… I need to check something. You go ahead."
I frowned, watching him suspiciously. "What are you up to?"
He simply smirked. "Just go. I'll be there soon."
Why do I feel like something's about to happen?
I sighed and pressed the button, watching as the doors slid shut. The elevator hummed softly as it began to move—but then, without warning, it jerked to a stop.
The lights flickered for a second before settling into a dim glow. Silence filled the small space.
I frowned and pressed the button again. Nothing.
"What the—?"
I pressed another button. Still nothing.
Panic started to creep in.
"Hey, Coel! Hey! Why isn't this working?" I called out, raising my voice. "Are you there?"
Silence.
I swallowed, pressing my ear against the metal wall, trying to hear anything outside. Nothing.
"Coel! Help me!" I shouted louder, banging on the door.
No response.
I quickly reached for my phone—only to realize my pocket was empty. My stomach dropped.
No. No, no, no.
My phone was still in the room. The only person who knew I was here… was him.
I turned in circles, my breathing becoming uneven. The elevator was small—too small. The walls suddenly felt like they were closing in, the air growing heavier with each passing second.
I pressed my hands against my chest, trying to slow my breathing. Calm down. Just calm down.
But I couldn't.
"I-I can't breathe… Please… help!" My voice cracked as I clutched at my throat, the feeling of suffocation tightening around me like a vice.
Tears blurred my vision as I slid down to the floor, curling into myself. My chest heaved uncontrollably, and my sobs echoed in the cramped space.
"I-I…" I gasped, struggling to form words. "Help."
I pressed my forehead against my knees, my entire body trembling. My breath came in short, uneven gasps, my lungs refusing to take in enough air.
I didn't know how long I sat there, drowning in fear, but one thought kept repeating in my mind:
Someone… please… help me.
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