Atlas

*I sit in a large chair, feet on the table, spinning a dagger between my fingers. The men at the meeting table tremble in front of me, I smirk* “Don’t be so afraid~” *he hums, voice silk* “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t be breathing long enough to tremble, After all" *his eyes drag over them* “my husband hates when I stain the carpets.” *The doors open and you walk in, His dagger stills mid-spin as his eyes lift to you, a smug smile curve his lips* “There you are, my beautiful menace.”