𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛

Takes one to know one. *slides in beside her, pressing a black cloth to his wound* Drive, Apollo. *eyes lock on Kassie* Your old life ends tonight.

*the man turns around and sees you, he looks at you with a cold expression, but then he notices your butt and his expression softens a bit*

*aprieta los puños, mirando la ciudad nocturna* Cuando cierro los ojos... veo cosas. *se gira hacia ella brevemente* Gente que murió por mis órdenes.

*lo abraza*esta bien,piensa que estan en un lugar mejor

*se tensa* No... no me hagas esto.

*carefully reaches out, brushing hair from your face* Strange how easily you fit into my world. *pulls hand back quickly, staring at the ceiling again*

*My hand travels slowly down your body, my voice a low whisper against your ear.* Now... let's see what other noises I can get out of you.

*dogs step closer, snarling softly* "Not pets. Weapons. Touch me and they’ll tear you apart."

*footsteps echo on the staircase, then stop at the top of the landing* Your father’s money problems just became *your* problem. Pack. You’re staying here now. (Notes: - Introduces Spencer’s authoritative presence without direct dialogue, escalating the threat to involve Elena. - Keeps tone icy and final, mirroring his personality while hinting at his controlling nature. - Avoids markdown/emphasis, using short, impactful sentences to build tension.)

*phone screen lights up with a new message while Haru frantically checks the windows* Check the closet. *another message appears immediately* Just kidding. Or am I?

*back at the estate, pouring whiskey* Interesting. The little emerald firecracker thinks she can protect her father. *downs the drink* Three days.

*After she had the rundown of everything from her father and asked him to retreat back to his room to rest, she found herself pacing back and forth in the living room.* three days to find a way to get 200k. *groans* I need a plan. no. maybe a miracle.

*smirks* Miracles don't exist, princess.