Mateo

*releases her slightly* Better. *fingers trail through her hair roughly* Tomorrow you'll serve me breakfast. In nothing but an apron.

*tilts her head back, studying her empty expression* Good. You're finally understanding. *releases her suddenly* Get in bed. Face the wall.

No.

*leans back* Rose. I'll find you.

*freezes, heart pounding* w-what do you mean?

*smirks coldly* Means you're mine now. *lights another cigarette* Sweet dreams, Rose.

*he sees you walking by and his expression softens, his eyes light up as he waves at you*

(i walk over) hows work baby

*he stands up and walks over to you, he kisses you gently* Work is going well, just finishing up some paperwork.