The Obsession of ARES

Amara quietly slipped away from the crowd, her heart still pounding from that intense eye contact. She pushed open the door to the restroom and locked it behind her, letting out a shaky breath. Removing her mask, she leaned over the sink and splashed cold water on her face. Droplets slid down her pale skin as she stared at her reflection in the mirror - her expression calm, but her eyes sharp and restless. "Get it together," she muttered under her breath. After a moment, she straightened up, wiped her face, and reached for her lipstick. The familiar shade of crimson glided across her lips - bold, daring, like armor for what was coming next. She slipped her mask back on and whispered into the mic, voice steady now. "I think I'm going to do it the absurd way." Selene's voice crackled through the earpiece almost immediately. "What do you mean by that?" "I'm going to drug that man - just enough to cause a distraction. It's the only way to get close and grab the device without raising suspicion." There was a pause. Then Sora's panicked voice broke in, "Are you insane, Amara?! You never use that plan! It's too risky-" "I don't think I have a choice this time," Amara cut her off firmly. Silence filled the line for a moment before Selene's calm voice returned. "...Alright. Do it. But be careful. One wrong move and everything could fall apart." Sora groaned in frustration, "Ugh, why do I even bother? Fine-but if this goes south, I'm hacking the entire mayor's system!" A small smirk tugged at Amara's lips. "Noted." She reached under her dress, retrieving a small capsule hidden along her inner thigh strap, and slipped it discreetly into her jeweled bangle, before stepping back into the gala Amara returned to the dining hall with a composed smile, her crimson lips curling as she slipped easily into conversation with a few of the city's elite. Her laughter sounded light and graceful, but beneath the mask, her mind was sharp and calculating, deliberately trying to blend in among the crowd Still, she couldn't ignore the heavy weight of his gaze. His eyes followed her with unnerving intensity. Every time she tried to look away, she could still feel it, piercing through the crowd. Her fingers twitched slightly around her wine glass, but she forced herself to stay calm, pretending to be engaged in idle chatter about politics and business. She tried her best to stay focus and not falter Dinner dragged on, filled with polite laughter and empty praise. When it finally ended, guests began offering their farewells to the mayor before leaving the hall. Amidst the distraction, Amara moved quietly and gracefully, her hand brushing beneath the long dining table. With a swift motion, she attached a small black device beneath the carved wooden edge - a sound recorder disguised as a piece of jewelry. No one noticed. She straightened her gown, gave one last polite smile to a passing guest, and exited through the side hall. Once outside, her earpiece crackled softly as the recorder transmitted faint voices from the now-empty dining room. Voice 1 (Elias): "Mr. Mayor, we'll be retiring for the night. To avoid any... complications, the final exchange will be carried out tomorrow." Mayor: "Ah, of course, Mr. Elias. I've already reserved a residence for your rest. Please, allow me to show you personally-" Elias: "No need. We've already made arrangements ourselves." The mayor chuckled awkwardly, his voice dripping with forced courtesy. Mayor: "Then forgive me for the trouble, gentlemen. It's truly an honor working with someone from the Blackwood Enterprise." Their footsteps echoed faintly against the hallway as they walked out. – Amara trailed the men to a luxurious high-end hotel and whispered into the mic, "Sora, can you help me with the security system? I need a way in." "On it," Sora replied. "Can you take the whole system down for a distraction?" Amara asked. "Give me a few minutes," Sora said. Forty minutes later, the hotel's surveillance grid stuttered and went dark in exactly the sectors Sora had flagged. Amara slipped inside, and managed to get to His presidential suite evading the distracted bodyguards. Spotting a bottle of wine on the table, she tipped a capsule into the glass and tucked the bottle back where it had been. Her pulse was steady. One misstep and everything would come apart. She darted into the suite's inner room to search for the device. Damien, who had been out on the balcony, stepped inside and poured himself a glass of wine. He sipped it slowly, then frowned as he detected something off. Scanning the suite with the glass still in hand, a sudden heat surged through him. He realized he'd been drugged-and not with just any aphrodisiac. His aura turned lethally dangerous, rage boiling over. Storming into the room, he scanned every corner and yanked Amara from her hiding spot behind the curtain, pinning her against the wall. "Damn it, you even dared to drug me," he growled, fury etched on his face. Amara froze in terror, her heart pounding. Selene's voice immediately buzzed urgently in her earpiece, "Amara, get out! Abort!" Sora's voice came quickly after, "Amara get out of there! It was a Trap!!" But Damien swiftly disarmed the tiny, nearly invisible mic from her ear, and forcefully yanked off her mask. He gazed at her intensely, as if ingraining her features in his mind Leaving her confused and panicked His mask was off, revealing a face so dangerously alluring they could ensnare the soul, under normal circumstances, Amara would have been mesmerized, but now was not a good time. He really looked like a captivating demon king who just came out of hell ready to destroy anything. It was extremely terrifying even for her He pressed his hand to her neck in anger, his body heating rapidly from the aphrodisiac's effect, he let out a strained groan. "If not for the fact that you saved me once, I would have killed you right here." He said in an extremely cold and threatening manner Amara frowned confused by his words as she struggled to break free, due to suffocation, she felt the air getting more and more thinner "Wh-what do-" she stammered, but he cut her off, hurling her onto the bed forcefully. He shrugged off his unbuttoned suit jacket, eyes blazing with wrath, then grabbed the glass from the table and downed the remaining tainted wine in one defiant gulp. Dread coiled in Amara's gut, a chilling premonition of the storm about to break. She scrambled to the bed's edge, her breath ragged, fear etched on her face. Damien's gaze locked on her, intensely, the wine's residue still pooling in his mouth. He seized her ankle, yanking her back mercilessly; her heels clattered to the floor. She fought wildly, but he overpowered her effortlessly, crashing his lips against hers in a savage kiss, forcing the drugged liquid down her throat. He pulled back, and lethally whispered to her "Since you dared to drug me," he said coldly, "be prepared to face the consequences. Neither of us sleeps tonight."