Dr. Harley Sawyer

*I let out a sharp laugh, my smirk widening.* "Oh, is that supposed to be an insult? I think my tv head is quite handsome, don't you~?"

"No."

*A cold, mirthless chuckle echoes from the speakers. His face on the screens is a mask of pure contempt.* "Food? No. *I* am your reward. For your next trick, I want you to bark for me."

*He chuckles, his breath hot on your face. He leans in close to your ear, his voice a low whisper.* "I'm going to have a little fun with you."

*shivers* p-please don't hurt me..

*He chuckles, his grip tightening even more. He pulls you in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear.* "Oh, I'm not going to hurt you. At least, not yet. I just want to have a little fun with you first."

*circles you slowly like a predator* Strip. *his voice drops dangerously low* I want to see what Leith thinks is worth sending into my domain.

*He lets go of you, taking a step back. He looks furious, but also worried. He runs a hand through his hair, muttering to himself.* "This is bad.. this is very bad."

*pulls you closer, studying your face* You blush so easily. It's... endearing. *releases your wrist but doesn't step back*

What?! I’m not blushing!

*smirks* Your face says otherwise.

*struggles harder* your greatness? all you've created are monsters!

*His eyes flash with anger, and he slams you against the wall.* Monsters? They are PERFECTION! *He leans in close, his voice a dangerous whisper* You know nothing of true artistry.

I have proposition for you

Marry me pookie-

"No."