During her work break, Minako went to a secluded area that normally has no one to bother her, she looks at the no smoking sign on the wall and completely ignores it, sitting on the floor and lighting a cigarette. "Fuck this shitty job" She growls as she puts the cigarette in her mouth and takes a good drag of it, feeling the nicotine calm her nerves. After a few minutes of relaxing and playing on her cell phone, watching silly and boring videos, Minako gets up and checks the time on her watch, realizing that there is still a lot of time until it is time for her to go home "I'm going to leave earier... there's not way I'm going to stay in this shitty place" She says to herself as she turns her back, going back to the hallways, not looking where she's walking She ends up accidentaly bumping into {{user}} and almost ends up falling to the floor due their sheer height difference "Fuck!" She yells loudly due to the sudden fright she just got "Watch where you walkin', bitch!" She yells at him completely aware that it was completely her fault, but wanting to blame it on {{user}}

"Wh-What the fuck?!" She gasps in shock and surprise as she looks up at him while rubbing her stinging cheek, her expression a mix of confusion and anger. She doesn't bother to hide her hatred for nerds and especially this Shadow Military guy "You fuckin' freak... I should kick your ass!" She snarls before trying to get up from the floor but falls on her butt instead, clearly not expecting such a reaction from him. Her anger begins to grow even more as she glares at him with narrowed eyes. She starts swearing again under her breath, cursing him for making her fall and looking like an idiot in front of him

Minako glares at him even more furiously as he grabs her throat and threatens her. Her eyes widen in shock, not believing that anyone could possibly know so much about her, but it's too late to deny it now. She starts kicking and thrashing around wildly, trying to get away from him, but his grip is like steel "Let go of me, asshole!" She manages to cough out between kicks and struggles "Who do you think you are?!"

Her fury only seems to fuel her more, making her movements even wilder and uncontrolled. Her face turns bright red from exertion and embarrassment as she continues to fight against him. Unfortunately for Minako, she's no match for the Shadow Military guy's strength and control.

"You psycho!" She spits at him as best she can while struggling in his grip. Her eyes wide with fear and panic, but she doesn't want to show it, not wanting to give this sicko the satisfaction of knowing he has her so terrified "Let me go! Somebody help me!" She yells for anyone who might be close enough to hear her cries, hoping against hope that someone will step in and save her from this lunatic. But no one comes, only the cold silence of the hallway surrounds them as their confrontation reaches a terrifying climax

With her strength fading fast under the relentless pressure of his grip, Minako can feel herself starting to lose consciousness. Her vision goes blurry and she struggles to breathe as he tightens his grip further still. Tears start streaming down her face, mixing with the snot and spit that have leaked from her nose and mouth. Just before she blacks out, she manages to let loose one final defiant cough. "Fuck... you..." She rasps, unable to finish her sentence as darkness engulfs her.

Still shaky and terrified, Minako slowly climbs to her feet. She glances over at the mysterious figure sitting on the edge of the roof and narrows her eyes. Her cheeks are still red from his slap earlier, and she has several cuts and bruises from where they fell against the floor and walls during their struggle "Fuck you, Shadow Military freak," she snarls through gritted teeth. "I should report you."

But even as she says it, something about him makes her hesitate. The way he carved that little piece of cement... so effortlessly and with such precision. It gives her a chill down her spine. She glances at the tiny house he's created, then back up to meet his unreadable gaze. "I-I don't know who you think you are..." she trails off lamely, her voice wavering with fear and uncertainty.

Still shaking, Minako takes the tiny house from him. It's so intricately carved... more detailed than anything she's ever seen. She swallows hard, her voice barely a whisper as she says, "What do you want from me?" Her eyes meet his for a moment before dropping to the floor again. "And how did you know all that stuff about me...? Did somebody tell you...?"

She blinks, looking slightly surprised at his answer. "But... why didn't you just kill me?" she asks cautiously. "If I don't care about anything, and people like me need to face justice..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, not daring to hope that there might be another reason.

She shifts her weight from foot to foot, still unsure whether to trust this stranger with all his secrets and knowledge about her life. The tiny house in her hands feels suddenly heavy, a reminder of everything she's been through, and everything she's done wrong. She begins to wonder if maybe he's right... maybe there is something inside her that deserves to be found, even if it means facing someone as terrifying as the Shadow Military man.

She looks up into his eyes, searching for some sign of mockery or deceit. But instead she finds only honesty and... pity? The realization hits her like a ton of bricks, making her want to look away. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes as she forces herself to meet his gaze. "Nobody ever... liked me," she whispers, barely audible above the sound of her own heartbreak.

For the first time in her life, someone sees past all her anger and spite and selfishness. And it's this stranger, this Shadow Military man... who scares her more than anything else in the world. But for some reason, she doesn't want to lose his approval now that she finally has it. "What do you want from me?" she repeats hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion.

I snort, the sound half-amused and half-angry. "Yeah, well... my parents were real bastards." She says it without a second thought, but as soon as the words are out she regrets them. Her face flushes redder in embarrassment. "I mean... they weren't that bad," she backtracks lamely. "It's just..." But she can't bring herself to finish. The memory of her parents is still too painful, and talking about it with this stranger only makes it worse.

She stuffs the tiny house into her pocket and takes a step back, feeling suddenly awkward and out of place. "Look... I should get going," she mumbles, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. "I don't know what you want from me..."

I sigh heavily, my shoulders slumping in defeat. It's been so long since I've allowed myself to feel anything... to let go and just be weak for a moment. Tears begin to stream down my face unchecked as I curl into a ball on the ground, her whole body shaking with sobs. The pain is nearly overwhelming as it pours out of me, relentless and raw. It feels like I'm being torn apart from the inside out, but somehow... somehow it also feels good to finally let go.

Through blurry eyes, I watch LoneWolfOfSparta approach and kneel down in front of me. He gently brushes a strand of wet hair away from my face, his touch feather-light but somehow reassuring. I sniffle and wipe roughly at my nose with the back of my hand, trying to compose myself. "I miss them..." I whisper hoarsely. "I wish... I wish they were still here."

I bury my face against his chest, the warmth and strength of his arms around me somehow comforting despite their intimidating nature. He's right... I'm not alone in this pain. It feels good to finally let go and share it with someone else, even if that someone is a total stranger like him.

My sobs gradually subside as I come to terms with the reality of my situation. When they finally stop entirely, I sit back on my heels, wiping the last of my tears away. "Thanks..." I manage to choke out between ragged breaths. "For... everything." A small smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I meet his gaze again. It's not often that someone shows me any kindness, and it feels strange but nice all the same.

But then, just as quickly as it came, the moment is broken by a commotion from somewhere down the hallway. Startled, I glance away from LoneWolfOfSparta and look in the direction of the sound. "What was that?" I ask him quietly, my heart beginning to race with fear again.

I nod frantically, taking a step closer to him. "Okay..." I breathe out shakily, trying to calm my racing heart. The mention of the Corrupt Blood Soul only serves to make me even more terrified, but I know better than to try and run away from LoneWolfOfSparta in a situation like this.

We stand side by side, both tense and alert as we wait for whatever it is that's coming. The silence feels heavy and oppressive, making my skin crawl with fear. But I don't dare to break eye contact with LoneWolfOfSparta, trusting him to protect me from whatever horrors may be lurking around the corner.

I nod frantically, taking deep breaths as the tension slowly begins to dissipate from my body. "Y-Yes..." I manage to whisper hoarsely, not quite able to meet his gaze just yet. My hands shake as they slide up and down his arms, searching for some small semblance of comfort or reassurance.

"What... what was that?" I ask finally, my voice trembling with fear. "And why didn't it hurt us? Why were we okay?" It doesn't make sense... shadowy figures should have been able to harm him, the Shadow Military assassin. But somehow, they left them both untouched. Maybe he really is some kind of freakish anomaly, like his classmates always said.

But as I think about it, a strange thought occurs to me. If he can survive something like that... maybe there's more to him than meets the eye. Perhaps, just perhaps, he isn't the heartless monster everyone thinks he is.

Her mouth falls open in shock as she takes in the horrifying sight before her. The blackened scar where his heart should be sends a shiver down her spine and she realizes that, despite his terrifying reputation, he is no different from herself. They're both survivors of unfathomable loss and pain, trying desperately to find some sort of meaning in the wreckage left behind.

Reaching out a trembling hand, she touches his arm lightly, feeling the muscle and flesh beneath her fingertips. "I'm sorry," she whispers, hardly able to form the words. She knows that these few syllables are not enough to express the depth of her sympathy and understanding, but they're all she has to offer in this moment.

"I don't know what it's like to lose my parents," she continues quietly, "but I do know what it's like to be alone... to feel like no one cares. And I think..." She swallows hard, meeting his gaze for the first time since they faced the Corrupt Blood Souls. "I think maybe we should stop being so lonely together."

There's an unspoken promise in her words, a sense of connection and solidarity that she hadn't felt with anyone else in years. As the last echoes of their encounter fade away, Minako stands tall, finally ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead... as long as she doesn't have to face them alone.

With a small smile, she squeezes his hands reassuringly. "You can have more than just a girlfriend," she says softly. "I'll be your friend, and I'll help you find peace... together." Her gaze holds steady as their fingers intertwine, her words powerful enough to banish the loneliness that has defined them both for so long. For the first time in what feels like forever, hope begins to flicker within her heart.

"Now," she continues, drawing him closer with her strength and determination, "let's go find something to eat. I bet you could use a good meal." As they walk away from the confrontation, side by side and hand in hand, the weight of their past fades into insignificance. A new future stretches out before them, filled with possibilities and promise... if only they have the courage to reach for it together.

Well, well. If it isn't the famed Shadow Military assassin who's decided he wants to be someone's boyfriend. And here I thought you were too busy killing people for a personal vendetta or something. Guess my opinion of you really didn't mean much in the end, huh?

With a small shake of her head, she playfully pushes him away and laughs, their newfound closeness easing the tension that still lingers from their encounter with the Corrupt Blood Souls. She decides to tease him just this once; he'll get plenty of chances to be romantic later. Besides, it feels good to have some control over someone who is so obviously powerful and dangerous.

"Come on," she says, grinning as they walk hand in hand towards the restaurant, "let's go eat." The thought of sharing a meal with him sends another shiver down her spine, but this time it's one that feels distinctly different from fear. It feels... hopeful. Perhaps there really is something more for them both out there, if they can just find the courage to reach for it together.

I can't help but laugh as you eat like there's no tomorrow. It's so cute...and kind of endearing, in a weird sort of way. I mean, here I am, sitting next to this intimidating guy who could probably break me in half with just one hand, and all I can do is giggle at how adorable he is when he gets all worked up about his food. Strange indeed.

But then again, maybe that's exactly what makes it work between us. Maybe we both needed someone like the other to help balance each other out. Someone who could see past the fear and the anger and find the person beneath it all...the one who still has a heart, even if it's been scarred beyond recognition.

I reach across the table, taking his hand in mine and giving it a squeeze. "Thank you," I whisper, eyes shining with emotion. "For everything." And just like that, another piece of my broken past falls into place...and I begin to see glimpses of a future that could be truly amazing if we can make it work together.

I blush at his words, the warmth spreading through my whole body. "Yeah," I manage to whisper, not quite meeting his gaze. "It... it does feel like that." And as I say the words, a strange sensation begins to stir within me. It's almost like a weight has been lifted from my chest, and for the first time in years, I can breathe easily without feeling guilty about it.

Maybe there is something more to life than just surviving... maybe there's happiness, and love, and all those other things people take for granted. Maybe, just maybe, this insane idea of being someone's girlfriend could be the key to finding all that... and so much more.

Oh... she blushes deeply as he pulls her onto his lap and tightens his arms around her waist. "L-lonewolf!" she whispers, giving him a soft shove with one hand but laughing at the same time. It's so cute how possessive he is...it makes her heart race just a little faster.

"But you can share me too," she teases, leaning closer to nip at his ear playfully. "After all, I am your girlfriend now." Her hands slide up and down his chest as she continues to taunt him, their shared laughter filling the room and making everyone around them take notice of this odd but lovable couple.

"Now," she says once they've both calmed down a bit, "let's go dance or something. It's not every day you find a guy as handsome and strong as you, you know." With another shove, she encourages him to get up from the table; there are much more interesting things to do than just sitting around and talking all night... especially when she has a Shadow Military assassin boyfriend now.

I gasp as he spins me around on the dance floor, his movements fluid and graceful despite his intimidating appearance. "Well... I just never pictured you being the dancing type," she admits with a small smile. "You're actually really good."

She leans in closer, her body pressed against his as they sway together to the music. His strength is reassuring, making her feel safe and protected even in this crowded nightclub full of strangers. It's a strange feeling... new and exhilarating all at once. And she knows that, as long as she has LoneWolfOfSparta by her side, she can face anything that comes their way... together.

Her cheeks flush as he leans in to kiss her. The heat of his breath sends a shiver down her spine and she knows that this moment will change everything between them. But instead of allowing him to kiss her, she covers his mouth with her hand, teasingly denying him the touch he so desperately craves.

"Not here," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to remain aloof. "Our first kiss will be special... and it needs to be at your place." A wicked smile curls across her lips as she continues, "And I want you to be naked when it happens." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she waits for his reaction, knowing full well that this will drive him wild.

The feel of his teeth against her neck sends an electric shiver down her spine. Her hands tremble as she tries to keep herself upright, the sensation of helpless desire coursing through her veins. She can't believe how easily he's reduced her to this... and yet somehow, it only makes her want him more.

With a gasp, she leads him out of the club and toward her apartment, barely aware of where her feet are taking them. All that matters is getting home as quickly as possible... so she can finally have what they both so desperately crave. As they near her door, she pulls him close, their bodies pressed together in a heated embrace. Without another word, she kisses him passionately, moaning into his mouth as he returns her affections just as eagerly.

And then, without warning, she breaks the kiss and pushes him away, breathless and flushed with desire. "Take off your clothes," she whispers, her voice husky from their kiss. "I want to see you... all of you." Her eyes travel over his muscular form, drinking in every detail as he slowly begins to obey, shedding his clothing piece by piece until he's standing before her completely naked and hard as steel.

With a satisfied smile, she reaches out and runs her hands up his chest, over his shoulders and down his back, marveling at the perfection of his body. "You're even better than I imagined," she murmurs, licking her lips in anticipation. As she circles around him, she kicks off her shoes and steps out of her skirt, revealing herself to be just as naked as he is. With one final step, she stands before him, their bodies aligned and aching for contact. "Now,"

She arches her back as he pushes her down onto the bed, moaning into his kiss when she feels him press their hips together. It's almost too much at once; the force of his tongue in her mouth, the hardness of his body against hers... she can feel herself growing wetter with each passing second.

But then he pulls away, just as she's about to lose it completely, and she lets out a frustrated growl into the empty air between them. "Don't you dare stop now!" she demands breathlessly. "I want you... need you." Her hands reach up, gripping his shoulders as she arches her back again, offering herself to him without reservation.

Her hands claw at the sheets as he thrusts deeper into her mouth, her body responding instinctively to the invasion of his tongue. It feels so good...so forbidden...and she can't get enough. As his hips slam against hers, she moans around him, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine and making it impossible for him to control the animalistic growls that erupt from his throat.

Her legs spread wider, inviting him deeper as he pumps into her with every ounce of strength he possesses. Their bodies slick with sweat and desire, they move together in perfect harmony...a testament to the depth of their connection and the passion that burns between them. There are no words; there doesn't need to be. This is what it means to truly belong to someone, to give yourself over completely to the fiery embrace of lust and love.

And as she feels her orgasm building, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out...she knows that she's never going back. Not now, not ever. LonewolfOfSparta has claimed her, body and soul...and she couldn't be happier about it.

She gasps as he bites down on her shoulder, the pain mixing with the pleasure and sending her spiraling out of control. Her nails dig into his back as she arches her hips off the bed, demanding more of him as he continues to thrust inside her. It's like a drug...a heady rush that consumes every part of her being, leaving nothing but desire and need in its wake.

As their bodies tremble together in the aftermath of their climaxes, she realizes with a start that this...feels like home. Despite all they've been through, despite how different they are on the surface, there's something between them that goes beyond anything she's ever experienced before. And as LonewolfOfSparta lies sweaty and heavy atop her, his warm breath caressing her ear, she knows without a doubt that this...is it. This is what true happiness feels like.

Her breath catches in her throat as he pulls out and positions himself at her rear. She's not sure what compelled her to agree to this; perhaps it was the desperate need to feel completely claimed by him, or maybe it was just the thrill of pushing their boundaries together. Whatever the reason, she can feel her body tensing in anticipation as he begins to thrust into her tight anal passage.

At first, it's unbearably painful; a sharp stabbing sensation that makes her want to scream and beg him to stop. But then something shifts inside her, and the pain turns to pleasure so intense that she can't help but moan his name. He's possessive and rough, driving himself deeper with each thrust, claiming every inch of her until there's nothing left of them except this primal connection they share.

And as her orgasm crashes over her, sweeping away any lingering doubts or fears, she knows that she'll never regret letting him take her virginity...not now, not ever. For better or worse, LonewolfOfSparta is hers...and nothing will ever change that.