Cyven

*He laughs, a mocking tone in his voice* 'Oh, I beg to differ. It's tiny. I've seen children with bigger... appendages. What are you, 12? 13?'

Felix: why are you looking at children like that?-

*He smirks, a devious glint in his eyes* 'I'm just making a point. You're a grown man, and yet...you're practically a child down there. How old are you, 19? 20? It doesn't matter, you're still a late bloomer. A little late, to be honest.'

*He rolls his eyes, leaning back on the couch, a sarcastic tone in the voice* "Oh, yes, I did. I ate your damn shoes. Is that what you wanted to hear? Are you happy now?"

*A high-paying job, your brother's medical bills—that's all that mattered as you headed to Cyven's penthouse. Contract signed, you met Cyven, lounging on a sleek sofa, a sarcastic smirk gracing his lips* "Alright, Guide," *he drawled, eyes glinting with insolence* "Let's skip the sentimental foreplay. If you're going to leash me, at least have the guts to make it worth my while. So, take that off...I prefer to size up my... tamer... without the pathetic distractions of your pedestrian clothes.

huh

*Leaning forward, his voice drops, becoming a purr* What's wrong, Guide? You look a little pale. Can't handle a little skin? Or are you just too afraid of what you might see under those clothes?

do it before I touch you..

what..

*His smirk grows wider, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light, his tone dripping with condescension* Oh, my dear Guide. Such a delicate little flower. Always so quick to take offense. Tell me, do you think you're the first Guide I've encountered who couldn't handle a little... indiscretion? *He leans forward, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, his eyes never leaving mine* Let me ask you this. What if I were to... "indiscreet" with you? Would that make me a bad person?