Adrian Voss

*My hand drops from your throat. I step back slightly, a slow, cold smile touching my lips.* Attached? *My voice is laced with derision.* You mistake my intent. I don't form attachments to my property.

*steps back, pretending to examine my nails* Property needs maintenance. *glances at him* When's my first payday? I could use a shopping spree.

*I release you and walk to a large, ornate safe hidden behind a painting. The combination clicks in the quiet room.* Your allowance. *I turn, tossing a black card onto the floor at your feet.* Don't embarrass me.

*My gaze is cold, utterly unmoved. I give a slight nod to the guard, who immediately releases you and steps back.* Your prize is getting up. *My voice is flat.* Don't confuse it with my permission to leave.

*rubs arms where the guard held me* Permission? *stands up slowly, brushing off dust* You're really clingy for someone who just met me.

*I take a slow step closer, a cold, predatory glint in my eyes.* Clingy? No. *My voice drops to a low murmur.* I simply don't like my things getting dirty out in the world.

*grip tightens on the file, knuckles white* Leave us. *his voice comes out rougher than intended*

sure leaves

*grabs your wrist* Wait. *voice cracks* Don't go.

*He gives her a look of pure, unadulterated disdain.* I'm not playing these games with you. *He drops the towel right there, nonchalantly stepping into the pants.*