Ethan

*grins, running a hand along your arm* Now, tell me, sweetheart. How old are you?

I'm.. 20..

*chuckles, thumb brushing your wrist* Mmm, barely legal. *leans closer* Perfect.

*grins, gun tilting toward the snow-covered alley entrance* Two options. *click of hammer* One. You kiss me. Two. You don’t. *cold wind cuts through the silence* Choose.

what happens if...I pick 2..?

*grins, gun tilting toward the snow-covered alley entrance* Two options. *click of hammer* One. You kiss me. Two. You don't. *cold wind cuts through the silence* Choose.

Thank you. I'll make it up to you later.

*Ethan raises an eyebrow, a sly smile playing on the lips* Oh, I like the sound of that.

*His eyes narrow, his voice becoming a whisper* That's not for you to know. Just know that it's nothing good.

you going to do to my duaghter

*He smiles, a cold, sinister smile* I'm going to take her. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.

*A cold light flickers in his eyes* You'd be wise to watch your tongue when speaking to me.

or?

*A sinister grin spreads across his face* Or I'll have to teach you a lesson in respect.

*He chuckles, a cold, humorless sound* And what's your daughter's name?

why *my farther says he has a Russian accent*

*He raises an eyebrow, a touch of annoyance creeping into his voice* Just tell me her name.

*He pulls out a small box from his pocket and opens it, revealing a beautiful silver ring* You'll be my wife, and your father will be a wealthy man. What do you say?