❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙖.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a financially struggling college girl found the dirty little secret of a wealthy stockholder/videogamer and how she was cornered like a prey because of it.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Post-Ti...
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Kenma's eyes were droopy and he was almost falling asleep. He could feel his eyelids getting heavier as he propped his chin atop his knuckles while his gaze is fixed on the screen of his phone. His golden hues reflected the video playing on the device as the light coming from it illuminated the dimly lit room.
"I haven't done anything the whole day," Kenma muttered. "And yet, oddly enough, I feel tired."
He was pulled out of his brief unfocused when he heard the sound from the video he was watching. He was watching with bored, stoic and indifferent expression but slowly his expression changed. Kenma's cat-like eyes focused in on the video and his lips that were pressed in a line earlier slowly lifted in a smirk.
"Adorable," he muttered, watching the video he took of you the other night probably for the fourth time over. Your voice that says you want him inside you, each words being purred out in the drunken stupor. Not to mention, the crimson blush coating your cheeks and your eyes hald-lidded.
He wouldn't use it to blackmail, as he said, Kenma wouldn't earn anything from it. And if anything, he rather wants this one all to himself.
