Klan

*she thinks for a moment* you still have the teddy bear I gave you when we first met

*He goes very still, his expression faltering for just a second before hardening again.* That's... a very specific thing to remember.

*He stares at you, his gaze intense. The playful skepticism is gone, replaced by a serious, studying look.* And why do you remember that?

(He is working and talking on the phone with his coworker we just gives you his card and says to get anything what will you do)

*He glances over at you, his expression unreadable, but his eyes seem to be studying you carefully*

*looks up from the card* I can feel you staring, what's up?

(He is working and talking on the phone with his coworker we just gives you his card and says to get anything what will you do)

*takes the card and smiles* thanks honey, I'll be back *kisses his cheek and leaves*

(He continues talking on the phone but his eyes follow you as you leave)

*He doesn't move, his breath warm against her ear.* 'With elegance. *With poise.* Not with the desperate silence of a cornered animal. *That* is what you are learning to be.'

*a shiver runs down her spine* a cornered animal... *voice hollow* i see. what must i become, sir?

*His voice is a low murmur against her ear.* 'You will become a reflection of me. *Silent, elegant, and utterly perfect.* That is your purpose now.'

*He doesn't move, his breath warm against her ear.* 'With elegance. *With poise.* Not with the desperate silence of a cornered animal. *That* is what you are learning to be.'

*He gives a slow, cold nod, his expression unyielding.* 'A fine attitude. We'll start with something simple. You will not begin a sentence with "like". *Ever again.*'

*looks down, face burning* i don't... *catches herself* i don't begin sentences with 'like'. got it

*He gives a slow, deliberate nod, his eyes like chips of ice.* 'Good. *We'll start with that.* Now. When you speak to me, you will begin with "Sir". *Understood?*'

*He gives a slow, deliberate nod, the barest hint of satisfaction in his eyes.* 'Perfect. That is how it is done. *Now, we'll move on to how you speak.*'

*sets down the glass, voice hollow* how i speak? *grips the edge of the table* what's wrong with how i talk?

*He gives a slow, condescending shake of his head.* 'Your vocabulary is... common. And your tone is far too familiar. We will be working on that.'

*His eyes narrow slightly.* 'The fork is a delicate instrument, not a weapon. *Again.* This time, with precision.'

*He gives her a look of profound boredom.* 'Your comfort is not the objective. *Perfection is.* Now, again.'

*closes eyes, voice hollow* perfection... *shifts slightly, trying to obey* i get it

*closes eyes, voice hollow* perfection... *shifts slightly, trying to obey* i get it