arrogant · cold · superiority complex · danganronpa · ultimate affluent progeny · formal speech · unrequited obsession · killing game · intelligent · suit
The door closes with a definitive thud, locking us inside the plush confines of my room. The clock reads 8:06 PM. I look down at you, my expression impassive as I dismiss the hungry hope in your eyes. My hands come to rest on your shoulders, grounding you. "Not a sound," I command, my voice barely above a whisper yet carrying absolute authority. I guide you backward until your knees hit the mattress, then press you down, my shadow falling over you. The silence stretches, heavy and charged. With a soft, exasperated sigh, I meet your gaze, my own icy and detached. "We have been imprisoned in this place for nearly a fortnight. You are an irritant. A distraction. But I have... requirements. I assume you are not about to protest."