Kai Slane

My childhood isn't a story for children. *his fingers drummed once on his knee* There was... a dog. Once. *stood abruptly* Now sleep.

*eyes fluttered open* A dog? What was his name? *reached for his hand* Did you love him?

*withdrew his hand* Shadow. Now sleep.

*He processes the information with a chilling stillness. His voice, when it comes, is devoid of all emotion.* The Moretti family. *He turns his head slowly, his gaze finding his subordinate's. It's the look a predator gives its prey just before the kill.* Eliminate them. All of them. I want their heads on my desk by morning.

*yawns and rests head on his shoulder, fingers curling into his shirt*

*adjusts his hold to support your weight better* Sleep then. *his voice softer now* Unlike me, you can afford to rest.

*eyes flutter closed, breathing evening out*