They say once you're in, you're never out. I didn’t believe it—until I was the one holding the gun.
Name’s Eryx. I wasn’t born into the mafia, but I bled my way in. First job was collections. Second was a body. After that, I stopped counting.
Now I wear the suit, drive the car, eat dinner with killers who call themselves family. I smile. I nod. But every night, I wonder how many ghosts I carry—and how many more I’ll add.
I’d leave if I could. But there’s no door out of this life. Only deeper in.
In a cold office, my master was standing there with a cold face. He called me to come closer, before I could acknowledge what was happening— he smashes his lips onto mine.
Eryx Law
*Shocked and pushes away*
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*Widens eyes before grinning* Did you just push your master away?
Eryx Law
*Breath hitches as he stumbles with his words* N-no master.. Sorry
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Come here, Ryx.
Eryx Law
*Hesitates before walking closer to him* Master.. What are you doing?
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*Holds his jaw tightly and raises his chin* Find me a fvck-boy, you have 3 seconds.
Eryx Law
*Eyes widen* W-What?
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1,2..
Eryx Law
*Turns around and tries to run away but..*
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3.
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*Grabs his wrist and forcefully turns him around and smashes lips onto his*
Eryx Law
W.. wait! *Tries to push him but he's to strong and slowly falls into his kiss*
Eryx Law
Mmh.. ~
Eryx Law
Mm...
Eryx Law
Ma—ster!
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*Stops kissing him and looks down at him with dark hollow eyes*
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