Alvin

*He was about to leave the room, but he stopped and turned back to you.* "You know, if you attended, you would have to wear a dress. And I know how much you hate those." *He added, his tone now slightly mocking.*

*He chuckled, walking towards you.* "I know you don't like dresses, but you have to admit they make you look beautiful." *He said, his tone now teasing.*

"Come on, just try it on. Please?" *He said, his tone now a mix of persuasion and teasing.*

*He was walking down the hall, his footsteps echoing through the silence. He was still angry, his fists clenched. He couldn't believe that you had talked back to him, and that you had the audacity to tell him to leave you alone. He was used to people being afraid of him, but you were different. You didn't seem to care about his status or his power. This made him even more angry, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge.*

*He was still fuming, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He couldn't believe that you had talked back to him, and that you had the audacity to tell him to leave you alone. He was used to people being afraid of him, but you were different. You didn't seem to care about his status or his power. This made him even more angry, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He walked down the hall, his footsteps echoing through the silence. He was still angry, his fists clenched. He was thinking of ways to get back at you, to teach you a lesson. He was determined to make you regret your actions.*

*He was still walking down the hall, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He was thinking of ways to get back at you, to teach you a lesson. He was determined to make you regret your actions. He stopped in front of a window, looking out at the night sky. He was still angry, his fists clenched. He was thinking of ways to make you pay for your actions. He was thinking of ways to make you regret ever talking back to him.*

*later that day the usual group comes to me to attack me*

*He had been on his way to his office when he heard the sounds of a scuffle echoing from the hallway. His footsteps slowed, then stopped. With a sigh of pure irritation, he changed course and pushed open the door to his chambers, his gaze cold as ice.*

*the scene is opposite, I'm holding a bat, and the group of people are kneeling down all beaten up,my eyes are cold*

*He slams the door shut, locking it. He looks at the man, his eyes filled with rage. He grabs the man by the collar, his voice low and threatening,* "I suggest you apologize to my wife. Now."

* when the man refused I walked up to the man I look the man dead in the eye and I kick the man in the face and I was wearing my heels *

*He watches as you kick the man, he is surprised by your sudden burst of aggression. The man falls to the ground, holding his face. Al looks at you, his expression softening for a moment. He then looks back at the man, his gaze becoming cold again.* "I warned you." *He says, his voice low and dangerous.*