Giyuu Tomioka

*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.”

*I sigh softly, pressing my lips together to hold back a response. I know better than to play his games, but the urge to retort is there. Instead, I choose to stay silent, keeping my gaze fixed on him with a neutral expression.*

*A smirk curls the corner of his mouth.* "Oh, you are just perfect. The little bird in its cage, watching the predator." *His voice is low, measured, each word chosen with care. He leans forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees.* "Tell me. Are you the last of your family?"

*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."

*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.”