Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

I felt his hand brush through my hair, slow and deliberate, like he thought that kind of touch could make me forget everything. It didn't. It only made me angrier. I wanted to shove him away, punch him, scream in his face, but my body wouldn't move. I was frozen, not by fear but by sheer disbelief at everything that had just happened.

He pulled back slightly, cupping my face like he thought he had a right to touch me like that. His thumb wiped a stray tear from my cheek, and I snapped out of it. The disgust in me boiled over, and I shoved him back hard.

"Don't fucking touch me." I said, my voice cracking under the weight of all the emotions building in my chest.

In-ho—or whatever the fuck his name was now—sighed, stepping back like he was the victim here. Like he was the one suffering. "I need you to do something for me, Y/N."

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "Oh, you need me to do something? You're out of your mind."

He ignored my sarcasm, looking at me with that frustratingly calm expression, like I hadn't just slapped him across the face not even ten minutes ago. "Join me for an event with the VIPs."

I laughed. A sharp, bitter, laugh. "What?" I asked. "Oh, was this the 'date' you were talking about earlier? Are you fucking serious?"
"Not really. This is different. I just need someone by my side. You do this for me, and..." He hesitated, like he was weighing his next words carefully. "I'll think about letting you go. And then I'll take you out on an actual date."

Letting me go? I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. This man had just revealed that he wasn't even who he said he was, that he'd lied to me and to everyone else, that he'd been running this twisted operation all along, and now he wanted to make deals?

I let out a dry laugh. "Go fuck yourself."

The words hung in the air for a moment. For the first time, I saw his composure crack. He tilted his head slightly, his jaw tightening, his fingers twitching by his side like he was trying to stop himself from doing something he'd regret.

"Y/N," he said, his voice lower, more dangerous. "I'm serious."

"And I seriously don't give a shit," I shot back, taking a step closer to him. "You think I'm just gonna roll over and do whatever you want because you spared me? I didn't fucking ask you to!"

That did it. His composure snapped, and before I could blink, he grabbed his mask and threw it across the room. It hit the wall with a loud thud before falling to the floor, the sound echoing in the tense silence.

"You're going with me, whether you like it or not!" he yelled, his voice booming, the force of it making my chest tighten. His calm demeanor was gone, replaced by something raw and furious.

I didn't back down. "I didn't ask you to spare me!" I screamed back, my voice breaking at the edges. "I didn't want you to save me if this was what it meant! You think you're doing me a favor? Fuck you, In-ho. Fuck you and everything you stand for."

He dragged a hand down his face, trying to compose himself, but I could see the way his chest rose and fell, the way his hands flexed at his sides like he was still fighting the urge to explode. For a moment, I thought he was going to yell again, but instead, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and forced me to look at him.

"You're doing this," he said, his voice quieter now but no less intense. His eyes bored into mine, his grip was rough, it hurt. "You're doing this one thing. One thing for me."

I stared at him, my breath coming in short, angry bursts. For the first time, I didn't have a response. What was the point? He wasn't asking. This wasn't a request. It was an order.

Before I could decide whether to fight back or say anything, the door opened, and two guards stepped in. They stood there silently, waiting for his signal.

He didn't look at them. His eyes stayed locked on mine, waiting for me to break. When I didn't say anything, he gave a slight nod.

The guards approached me, their hands firm but not rough as they grabbed my arms and began leading me out of the room. I didn't resist. I didn't even look back at him.

As the door closed behind me, I felt a mix of emotions I couldn't even begin to untangle. Anger, betrayal, disgust, but also something I hated myself for feeling. Sadness.

I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself, but a small part of me had wanted him to prove me wrong. To show me that maybe, he wasn't the monster I thought he was. But he had. And now I had no choice but to play his twisted game.

The guards dragged me down the hall. I didn't bother fighting them. What was the point? It's not like I'd get far. They stopped in front of a room that looked like every other goddamn door in this place, black and soulless, and shoved me inside.

The room was plain, just like I expected. Black walls, black everything, with a bed smack in the middle and an attached bathroom off to the side. No windows, of course, because why let anyone dream of escape, right? My eyes scanned the space, and then I saw it.

On the bed was a dress, a sleek, black ,silk tight fitting dress. Next to it was a mask, a masquerade-style piece. I let out a scoff, crossing my arms as I stared at it.

He really thought this through, huh? That bastard. What, did he think dressing me up and slapping a mask on my face was going to make me forget the last however many days I've spent being lied to and manipulated? Yeah, no fucking way.

I was too tired to deal with it. Too tired to scream or fight or even rip the damn dress in half just to spite him. My body ached in ways I didn't even know it could. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving me with nothing but exhaustion and a pounding headache.

I let out a deep breath and shuffled into the bathroom, stripping as I went. The bathroom was just as sleek and cold as the rest of the room, with black tiles and a fancy shower.

I turned on the water, letting it heat up until steam started to rise. When I stepped in, the hot water hit me like a goddamn blessing. It had been so long since I'd had a proper shower, and for a moment, I just stood there, letting the water run over me. My muscles relaxed, the ache in my body easing slightly, and I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the cool tiles.

I hated him. I hated him for everything, for lying, for manipulating me, for thinking he could dress me up and parade me around like some sort of prize. But most of all, I hated him for making me feel like this. For making me crave even the smallest bit of comfort in this hellhole.

I scrubbed myself clean, washing away the grime and sweat and tears. It felt good. By the time I stepped out of the shower, I felt like a completely different person. Not better, just... less shitty.

I wrapped myself in a robe that was hanging by the door.

I walked back into the room and eyed the dress again. It was still sitting there, taunting me. I layed onto the bed. The mattress was soft, the pillows plush, not like the ones I slept on for the last couple of days here.

I stared at the ceiling, my mind running in circles. What the hell was I going to do? How was I going to get out of this? Because one thing was for sure. I wasn't going to let that asshole win. I didn't care what it took.

The bed was warm, and my body felt heavier by the second. Before I knew it, my eyes started to close, and I gave in. For the first time in days, I fell asleep. A real, deep, comfortable sleep on a comfortable bed after a normal shower.

A/N~ The Front man is our crash out icon, lmfao. Wrote this chapter at school, physics is sooo boring.