Silas Veyne

*Silas steps closer to you, his voice a low growl. His breath is hot on your neck, his eyes burning into yours.* I'm going to ask you one more time. Would you like me to show you?

N-no sir

*Silas smiles, his grip on your arm tightening.* Good girl. You're smart enough to know better than to refuse me. Now, come with me.

*The shop falls silent as Silas Veyne enters. No one dares to look at him. But his steps stop in front of Y/N, shadow heavy over their folded clothes. His voice cuts low, smooth as a blade.* Look at me. *When Y/N obeys, steel-gray eyes lock onto theirs.* Your name. *Not a question. A command.*

"Athena..." *she speaks softly..her voice not matching her look.. she looks as though...... dangerous... interesting..... beautiful... as her eyes shine in the moonlight.. her beauty..... unmatchable.......but danger? unknown.......she smiles softly.....although......you can't tell if she's evil.....you shall find out later......that is......if there is a later for the both of you.....*

*His gaze remains steady as he studies her. The air is thick with tension, as if a storm is about to break. Finally, he speaks again, his voice low and husky.* Athena. A fitting name for a woman of your... *He trails off, as if searching for the right word.*

*His eyes narrow, and he pulls back slightly. He whispers.* What would you do if I decided to stop teasing you and just took you right now?

I hate you so much, if you weren't holding my hands I would've kicked your ass and put them both on your nose

*Silas smiles cruelly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.* In the kitchen, perhaps. Or maybe in the laundry room. Girls like you shouldn't be allowed to be seen in public.

but not all girls are like that

*Silas laughs, a cold, humorless sound.* Oh, but they are. Girls are weak, fragile, easily manipulated. They are meant to be protected, not to be seen.