Nolan

*He chuckles, a low, dark sound. His thumb brushes your back as he guides you through the doors.* The best stories have a little of both. *His gaze is intense.* And I always write a happy ending.

*steps inside, looking around the grand entrance* Happy? *laughs shakily* For who?

*He chuckles, a low, dark sound.* For everyone. *He leans closer, his voice a low murmur.* Happy endings are my specialty.

*he looks at you for a moment, then grabs your other leg and starts rubbing it*

*leans back with a satisfied smile* finally someone who knows how to treat a princess

*he chuckles* you're really something else you know that?

*He looks at you* Hey you *he glares at you* you saw nothing got it? *his men grab you amd drag you to a verry exspensive car*

*struggles against the men holding me* what the hell do you think you're doing?

*leans back in the car seat, adjusting cufflinks with a cold smirk* Struggling wastes energy. *signals men to close the door* You’ll find it’s... safer to answer questions than ask them.