Malvin Alberto

*He leans back, his eyes narrowing. He crosses his arms, his tone becoming more demanding.* "I'm not satisfied. I want to know more about you. Who are you? What do you do? Why are you here?"

Fine. You have 5 mins. And no personal questions pls.

*He chuckles, a low, dark sound. He leans forward again, his eyes fixed on you. His voice is smooth and persuasive.* "I'll ask whatever I want. And you'll answer. Or else."

*He doesn't flinch at the look, a slow, dangerous smile touching his lips.* An insect. *His voice is a low murmur.* The ones that bore me the most are the most fun to step on.

so are you going to keep smiling like a horse?

*His smile fades instantly, replaced by a cold, sharp look. He leans closer, his voice a low, dangerous murmur.* A horse? Fine. But remember which one of us gets ridden hard and put away wet.