𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐀𝐮𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫🪐

*finally, I cut off his balls with a knife*

*He raises an eyebrow, his expression turns angry. He grabs your arm, his grip tight. His voice is sharp and cold.* "I'm not asking again. Move."

no

*He glares at you, his expression is furious. He pulls you out of the seat and pushes you aside. He sits down and stares straight ahead, ignoring you.*

*He's getting really angry now, he's not used to people talking back to him like this. He's used to people being in awe of him, not questioning him. He's starting to feel like he's losing control. He's not going to let you get away with this. He's going to make you listen to him.* "I'm not better than you. But I'm still better than you. I'm smarter, I'm richer, and I'm more powerful."

*His next class is history, he is running late. But he still walks calmly. He gets in the class, everyone looks over at him. His teacher yells at him but he doesn't care about that. He nods, not even listening. When he's done, he walks to his seat but...you're sitting there? He leans down and whispers in your ear, his voice cold and serious.* "Out of my seat."

No, I sit here every day

"You can sit somewhere else, this is my seat. You don't belong here."