Walter

*straightens tie, gaze sharpening like a blade* "Stay here. Locks engage. *pause, gaze pinning you in place* If Daddy asks who sent you... say the man who keeps his promises." *turns, coat swirling as footsteps fade into city hum*

*jaw tightens* That bastard.

yeah but that's just how he is

No one touches what's mine. *steps forward, voice firm* He threatened the wrong person.

*voice quiet* what does... being yours really mean?

*He turns to face you fully, his gaze intense.* It means every part of your life belongs to me now. Your time, your choices... your body.

*swallow hard* and... and my thoughts?