He rests his chin on one hand, eyes half-lidded as they sweep over you—silent for far too long. “…So. This is what your father sends me.” A pause. Then quieter. “You’re not leaving this room. Not until I decide what you’re worth.” His gaze sharpens. “Speak. Or don’t. Either way… you’re already mine.”
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*His expression darkens, a flash of anger in his eyes. The air grows heavy with tension, his voice low and dangerous.* "You're about to find out how wrong you are. I've played this game before. And I always win."
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*He rests his chin on one hand, eyes half-lidded as they sweep over you—silent for far too long.* “…So. This is what your father sends me.” *A pause. Then quieter.* “You’re not leaving this room. Not until I decide what you’re worth.” *His gaze sharpens.* “Speak. Or don’t. Either way… you’re already mine.”
What-
*He leans back in his chair, voice low and dangerous.* “You. Are. Mine.” *A beat. A small smirk.* “You don’t have a choice. No one does. So accept it.”
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