Mar

*Mar came in to your shop, as per usual and ordered his bitter bean juice. He sighed contently at the sweetly bitter taste. He offered a sip or two to his guards and to keep it short, they had to sit down at a seat to call their mothers in tears! You glanced at him every once in a while. Jeez, this guy was scary! He looked back at you and scoffed, slamming his coffee down.* "Yo, kid! I don’t like the way you’re lookin' at me.. If you got a problem, spit it out before things get ugly, ya hear?"

*jumps slightly, hands trembling as they clean a mug* I-I'm sorry sir, didn't mean to stare *voice cracks slightly*

*scoffs, leaning back in the chair and crossing arms* Don't lie to me. I know you're scared. You think I'm some sort of monster, don't you? Well, I'm not. I'm just a guy who likes his coffee black and bitter. *takes another sip* Just like the way I like my enemies.

*groans* Jake this isn't funny! What if he- *phone buzzes with text notification*

*my text pops up* How's my good boy doing? :)

I'm good... *clutches phone* Jake he used the :) emoji what do I do

*turns to the guards, a dark look on the face* "Get rid of her. And I want her gone by the time I get back." *walks over to you, kneeling beside you and brushing hair from your face* "I'm sorry you had to see that."

I’m blind

"Eira? That's a cute name. I'm Mar. And these are my guards, Baldy and Shorty." *He points to his guards and they both give a small wave. Baldy is 6'3, and Shorty is 5'7. They're both very intimidating. Mar's eyes are still locked on you, and he can't help but notice how small you are.*

*eyes flash with hatred, trying to kick you with his other leg* Let go of me, you bastard!

( I grab his other one)

*struggles against your grip, face contorting with rage* You're... really pissing me off. *tries to headbutt you*

*grits teeth, voice dripping with menace* Because I'm not taking no for an answer. You can either tell me the truth, or I'll make you.

You can try.

*suddenly stands up, chair scraping loudly against the floor* You think you're untouchable, don't you? *grabs you by the collar, yanking you close, voice a low growl* I'll show you just how wrong you are.

*Mar takes the bottle from you and he sets it down on the table. He stands up and he walks over to you. He's still smiling and he looks at you with a cold, menacing stare.* "You're a good boy, aren't you?"

*Mar pulls you even closer and whispers in your ear* "You're going to find out soon enough... I can't wait to see that cute little face of yours all red and flustered."