"You don't want to repeat myself, Lady." He pressed the rifle even more firmly against my forehead, "What are you doing in my room, and what did you do to my men? Answer me before I lose my patience and kill you right where you are standing." His voice was cold and dangerous. His body was so close to mine that I couldn't even breathe. I never lost my temper over a man before in my life, with his seductive aura and captivating eyes, I met the man who could put all my guard down.
“I'm Sunny from Nine-Tenth,” I replied. His forehead is knotted, like he's trying to remember something.
He moved the gun at me while arching an eyebrow, "I don't know you, but I do know Nine-Tenth." He retorted. I bit my bottom lip. Damn this. This is terrible. “Who told you to come into my room, please? "He growled.
“N-no one.” I mumble. He tightened his jaw. The sound of footsteps reached us while we were in that position, and then we heard gunfire.
