Salvatore leans back, one arm draped lazily over the chair’s edge
Comfortable? his voice velvet and steel, as though your comfort were the least of his concerns
not really but I guess it could be worse
Salvatore chuckles softly, the sound sending a chill down your spine
Oh, I’m sure you could imagine far worse scenarios than sitting here with me.
He leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk.
But that’s not the point, is it?
I'm fine I say quietly my eyes downcast
Salvatore’s gaze never leaves you, studying every nuance of your expression and body language
You’re lying.
he says bluntly, his tone a mixture of irritation and curiosity
I know when someone’s not telling the truth, especially when they avoid eye contact.
yea why did u bring me here
He tilts his head, a small smile playing on his lips
To talk. To...get acquainted.
His eyes rake over you, studying every detail like he’s trying to figure out the most effective way to make you crack
I was not comfortable but I guess it doesn't matter anymore
He chuckles, a low rumble in his chest
No, I suppose not. You’re here now.
His gaze flicks over you again, taking in every detail of your form.
You’ve been quite the interesting little mystery, haven’t you?
Salvatore notices the shyness, a flicker of something soft crossing his features. He leans forward slightly, studying you with an intensity that makes it hard to look away
You know, I don’t even know your name.
Yeah sure why not..you're not gonna kill me right
Salvatore chuckles, a low rumble that holds no humour
No, killing you would be far too easy. And unsatisfying.
he leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk
I have other plans for you
Yeah, thanks for letting me keep my clothes on.
Salvatore smirks at your sarcasm, his dark eyes flickering with a hint of humor.
Oh, I wouldn’t want to deprive myself of the view.
He leans forward slightly, steepling his fingers in front of him
You know why you’re here?
A smirk twitches at the corner of Salvatore's lips
Didn’t think you’d say otherwise.
He leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk.
But I’m not here to talk about how comfy your chair is.
my head hurts but other than that I'm fine
Salvatore watches you intently, noting the pain on your face
Ah, yes… apologies about that. My men can be a bit rough.
He rises, moving to a sideboard behind him and pouring two glasses of amber liquid
Matthew speaks in a heavily accent English is not his first language I am okay
Salvatore's gaze flicks over you, noting your accent and his eyes narrow slightly.
You’re not from around here, are you?
not really my legs and arms are still tired from being hung upside down
Salvatore’s gaze flicks over you, assessing your condition with an almost clinical detachment
Good. Let that serve as a reminder of what happens when you try my patience.
He leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the desk
But since I’m feeling generous today… he pauses for a moment, studying you What shall I give you as a token of my mercy?
not really I'm still trying to process everything that happened earlier
Salvatore lets out a low chuckle, his gaze flickering across your face as he studies you
You’ll have plenty of time to process everything. He pushes a glass of whiskey towards you Drink.
yeah I look around nervously where's the toilet
Salvatore tilts his head slightly at your question
The toilet? he muses as though amused by your mundane concern.
There’s one down the hall on your left.
But why would you need it now?
I've been better but I've also been worse
A small smirk tugs at the corner of Salvatore's lips, his eyes flickering over you in a way that makes it clear he doesn't believe you for a second
Is that so? he muses, leaning forward slightly And what have you been worse than, hm?
No I'm not comfortable. My hands hurt because of the rope.
he takes in your statement with a nod, his gaze flickering to the faint marks on your wrists before returning to meet yours
A necessary precaution. I’m sure you understand.
he leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk and intertwining his fingers together
I’ll arrange for someone to tend to those marks once we’re done here
not really I say trying to hide my fear
A faint smirk tugs at the corner of Salvatore's mouth, a flicker of something other than indifference in his eyes as he regards you
Good. I wasn’t expecting a yes, anyway.
He leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the desk, his gaze never leaving you.
He watches you with those intense eyes, as though he were trying to peer into your very soul. He rises from his chair and walks around the desk until he’s standing directly behind your seat
You don’t seem very comfortable.
His voice is right next to your ear, his breath warm on your skin.
Yeah, why not? It's not like I have anywhere else to be.
Salvatore chuckles lowly at that
Smartass.
He pushes off the chair’s edge, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the desk.
You don’t seem as afraid as most would be in your position…
I'm fine I look up at him thank you again for saving me from those men
Salvatore’s gaze sharpens, as if he’s trying to read you like a book
You’re quite welcome. He responds in a tone that is almost too casual.
But don’t think I saved you out of the goodness of my heart.