The mafia King's Pet [M×M]
Before I could blink, figures emerged from the darkness.
Soldiers in the Queen's crimson and black, weapons drawn, face hard with purpose. Five of them. No, six. More appearing from the other corridors, surrounding me like wolves circling wounded prey.
I backed up like a deer under the headlamp, my hands raised, searching desperately for an escape route that didn't exist. The storage room was too far behind me now, and even if I could reach it, they would just follow me in.
I was trapped.
"Don't move," one of them commanded, advancing with his sword raised. "Omega, you're coming with us. The Queen wants you alive, but she didn't say unharmed."