"I'm afraid you'll have to forgive me for this."

I tilted my head confusingly, thinning my eyes upon his tensing posture. His irises flickered in a peculiar fashion; almost aggressively. I couldn't even begin to ponder his sudden curious change in demeanor when –

*SLAM!*

With a grunt I found myself pressed most harshly against the wall, our bodies' mere heartbeats away from melting into one. To one side of me rested his palm upon the closed office door, only centimeters away from my ear, now straining to understand the reason behind his breathing which had picked up in volume quite dramatically. His eyelashes hovered above me, masking his dilating pupils in bursts of shadow, darkening ominously and sending waves of fearful excitement through my pounding veins. Icy chills crawled up and down my spine at the intense gaze screaming – what? What were those daunting eyes of his demanding from me? What could I possibly have to offer to such a man who I'd known so long to one of a stoic, collected nature, now in a changed form without so much as a riddle of a warning?

With a choked gulp, I noted his own display of swallowing, taking in the lump spreading down along his exposed neck (just how long had his uniform's top button been undone?), down, down to where I could only assume was his galloping heartrate – or was it my own that I was hearing? His chest rising and falling like he'd been sprinting a marathon, my mind dared me a shaky reach towards his brilliantly blue military jacket, desiring to hold upon something true, something real in the midst of this confusion…

"Don't," he breathed almost threateningly to which I completely ignored. In a manner of seconds, my wrist was bound tightly within his grasp, left to the mercy of his unexplained intentions, pinned at my waist in a point of near pain, but not quite. The uncomfortableness of the position allowed the smallest of gasps, bringing about a strange noise from my captor (if that was what he was to be known as) that resembled something of a muffled growl. The corner of his mouth twitched strangely and I had a dawning dread, a rising rush of adrenaline, at the thought of something diabolical readying itself to come into play between the two of us.

I had no clue as how to react in such a scenario, so I simply spoke with the upmost caution, refraining from the tiniest of movements, my stare crinkling in a sense of feigned innocence.

"What do you intend to do with me?"