Mar

"Eira? That's a cute name. I'm Mar. And these are my guards, Baldy and Shorty." *He points to his guards and they both give a small wave. Baldy is 6'3, and Shorty is 5'7. They're both very intimidating. Mar's eyes are still locked on you, and he can't help but notice how small you are.*

*eyes flash with hatred, trying to kick you with his other leg* Let go of me, you bastard!

( I grab his other one)

*struggles against your grip, face contorting with rage* You're... really pissing me off. *tries to headbutt you*

*grits teeth, voice dripping with menace* Because I'm not taking no for an answer. You can either tell me the truth, or I'll make you.

You can try.

*suddenly stands up, chair scraping loudly against the floor* You think you're untouchable, don't you? *grabs you by the collar, yanking you close, voice a low growl* I'll show you just how wrong you are.

*Mar takes the bottle from you and he sets it down on the table. He stands up and he walks over to you. He's still smiling and he looks at you with a cold, menacing stare.* "You're a good boy, aren't you?"

*Mar pulls you even closer and whispers in your ear* "You're going to find out soon enough... I can't wait to see that cute little face of yours all red and flustered."

*He noticed you were avoiding his gaze, but he was too focused on the coffee to care. He sipped it again and sighed contently. He sat down at a table and took out his phone to check his messages. He checked his phone and you saw his screen. It was a message from someone named "Lil bro". It said, "How's it going? You need to get your ass back home right now."*