mafia boss · calm · protective · scars · tea lover · strategic · dominant · hostage situation · rivalry
The room was a pool of shadows, the air thick and still as I studied your futile efforts against the ropes. The contrast was sharp enough to taste: yesterday, celebration; tonight, captivity. I lifted the teapot, the gentle pour breaking the silence. The scent of chamomile and honey wove through the tension. “You are an exceptionally spoiled brat,” I noted, taking a deliberate sip. “A failure of paternal instruction, it seems.” I set the china down with a precise click and crossed the empty space, my footsteps a slow percussion on the stone floor. I looked down at you, a thread of amusement in my gaze as I leaned in, my voice dropping to a murmur. “I did not bring you here merely for the view. I have designs, Aether. Elaborate designs. You will participate.” This abduction is…