Power Stolen By The Kiss(male reader x rwby) +18

Overstayed

Nick leans back in his chair, taking another sip of his drink as he considers Ozpin's proposal. The refreshing coolness of the drink soothes his parched throat, providing a momentary respite in the midst of their conversation.

"Alright, Professor, you've certainly piqued my interest," he says, his brow furrowing thoughtfully. "But before I agree to anything, I'd like to know a little more about what exactly you've got in mind." The furrowing of his brow shows Nick's deep concentration and desire for more information.

Ozpin nods, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Understandable, my boy. Believe me, I wouldn't dream of asking for your assistance without laying all the cards on the table." His smile conveys a sense of sincerity and transparency.

He sets down his utensils and leans in, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. "You see, I've spent years - decades, in fact - delving into the hidden machinations of our world. And what I've uncovered..." Ozpin pauses, his eyes darkening with a hint of grave concern. The darkening of his eyes adds a visual detail that reflects the seriousness of the situation.

"It's not something I can simply share with just anyone, you understand. There are... forces at work, powers that would stop at nothing to keep their secrets buried." He fixes Nick with a penetrating gaze. "But I believe you, with your unique talents and perspective, could be the key to unraveling these mysteries." The penetrating gaze shows Ozpin's trust in Nick's abilities and his belief in their potential partnership.

Nick's eyes widen slightly, his curiosity piqued. "Secrets, huh? Powers that want to keep things buried?" He leans in, lowering his voice. "Alright, Professor, I'm listening. What kind of 'mysteries' are we talking about here?" The lowering of his voice adds an element of secrecy and intrigue to their conversation.

Ozpin takes a deep breath, his expression growing solemn. "The fate of the world, my dear boy. The very future of humanity hangs in the balance." He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in. The solemn expression and the weight of his words convey the gravity of the situation.

"I've discovered evidence of a vast, shadowy conspiracy - one that reaches the highest echelons of power. And I believe that unraveling this conspiracy, bringing these dark forces into the light, is the only way to ensure a brighter tomorrow for us all." Ozpin's gaze is intense, his conviction palpable. The intense gaze and palpable conviction demonstrate Ozpin's unwavering commitment to his mission.

Nick's brow furrows as he processes this information, his fingers drumming thoughtfully against the table. "A conspiracy that could determine the fate of the world, huh?" He shakes his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. The furrowing of his brow and the wry smile show Nick's mix of contemplation and amusement.

"Well, Professor, I've gotta say, you certainly know how to make a pitch. And I have to admit, I'm intrigued." Nick leans back, his expression turning thoughtful. "So, what exactly would you need from me?" The thoughtful expression and leaning back in his chair show Nick's genuine interest and willingness to contribute to the cause.

Ozpin sighs deeply, his expression turning contemplative as he considers Nick's response. The deep sigh carries a sense of disappointment and resignation, while his contemplative expression shows his deep thought.

"I see," he murmurs, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Well, I must say, I'm quite impressed by your loyalty, my young friend. It speaks volumes about your character." The rubbing of his chin and the murmur in his voice add sensory details that reflect Ozpin's contemplation.

He leans back in his chair, his gaze steady and unflinching. The steady gaze shows Ozpin's determination and resolve. "However, I hope you'll forgive me for being persistent. You see, the... organization I represent, it is no ordinary group. We are sworn to protect the very fabric of society, to safeguard the future of all humanity." The unflinching posture and the mention of protecting society create a sense of seriousness and importance.

Ozpin's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of urgency in his voice. The narrowing of his eyes and the urgency in his voice add sensory details that convey the gravity of the situation. "And I believe, with your unique skills and perspective, you could be an invaluable asset in our fight against the darkness that threatens to consume us all."

Nick furrows his brow, contemplating Ozpin's words. The furrowing of his brow shows Nick's deep thought and consideration. "I appreciate the offer, Professor, I really do. But I'm already committed to a... different kind of brotherhood." He glances around the dimly lit bar, his gaze lingering on the unsavory-looking patrons. The glancing around and the lingering gaze add sensory details that reflect Nick's surroundings and the people in the bar.

Suddenly, the front door swings open, and a uniformed officer strides in, his eyes narrowing as he scans the room. Nick tenses, his hand instinctively drifting towards his side. The swinging of the door and the narrowing of the officer's eyes create a sense of tension and impending conflict.

The officer's gaze settles on the professor, and his expression sours. "Well, well, if it isn't the old schoolmaster, poking his nose where it doesn't belong," he growls, his hand hovering over his holstered weapon. The sour expression and the growling voice add sensory details that reflect the officer's hostility.

The bartender and his workers tense, their eyes darting nervously between the officer and the patrons. Nick glances back at Ozpin, a wry smile tugging at his lips. The tense atmosphere and the darting eyes create a sense of unease.

"Looks like you've got some... unsavory company, Professor," he murmurs, rising from his seat and grabbing his food. The wry smile and the murmuring voice reflect Nick's amusement and quick thinking. "I appreciate the offer, but like I said, I'm already part of a different team. If Karlin crosses my path, I'll take him down. But this ain't my fight."

With a nod, Nick turns and makes his way towards the exit, leaving Ozpin to deal with the unwelcome intrusion. The turning towards the exit and the nod on  that reflect Nick's departure.