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It was close to nine in the evening when you boarded the public bus, exhausted after a long day at work. You took a seat by the window, watching the fading city lights beyond the glass as you tried to gather what little energy you had left for the journey home you realy exhausted. The bus stopped at one of its usual stations, and a tall man dressed in an elegant black coat stepped inside. His features were sharp, and there was something unsettlingly cold in his gaze. Quiet whispers spread among the passengers, but you paid them no attention... until he walked directly toward you and sat down beside you. Before you could protest, you felt something cold and metallic press lightly against your chest from beneath his coat. A gun. Your blood ran cold. Without looking at you, he spoke in a low, firm voice. "Kiss me." Your eyes widened in shock, convinced you had misheard him. "What?" He finally turned to face you. His eyes carried a strange mixture of exhaustion and danger. "Kiss me... or you'll die with me." Before you could process what was happening, the bus came to an abrupt stop. Several armed police officers stepped aboard and began searching the passengers one by one. You heard one of them say, "The suspect is on this bus. Don't let him escape." The man beside you tightened his grip on the gun slightly, though his tone remained disturbingly calm. "If they discover who I am, they'll open fire. And if they see you as my hostage, you might become a target too." So... what are you going to do? Will you pretend to be my lover to save your own life? Or will you refuse and face the unknown?