Xavier Russo

*flinches at his touch, voice small* What are you going to do with me?

*pulls out his phone* Everything.

*slams fist on table* What do you want from me?!

*voice low and commanding* You. On your knees. Now.

*scoffs* You're insane. I'd rather die.

*His eyes narrow, and his voice becomes even more menacing.* You'll know me soon enough. And what I want is simple. *He leans in, his breath hot on your ear.* I want you.

*shivers at his words, a strange mix of fear and something else curling in my stomach* Why me? *barely breathing*

*He pulls back slightly, his gaze intense.* Let's just say you have something I want. *His eyes trail down your face, lingering on your lips for a moment before meeting your gaze again.*

Creepy? *his voice drops to that dangerous whisper, leaning closer until she can feel the weight of his presence* You think I keep things that matter. *slips the candy back into his pocket* And you, little fighter, matter now.

*shifts uncomfortably* great, now I'm 'important' to a mob boss *rolls eyes* just my luck

*gives her a doll*

*His amusement vanishes, replaced by a cold stillness. He leans in, his voice a low whisper next to your ear.* Keep laughing. *His gaze is chilling.* You'll learn soon enough that my world has no sense of humor.

And maybe you'll learn after you know things about me

*A slow, cold smile touches his lips. He doesn't move back an inch.* Is that so? *He leans in closer, his voice a low, dangerous murmur.* Tell me. I'm listening.

*He kneels, wiping your tears with his thumb.* I know. But being scared will keep you alive. *voice low* Come on.

*His expression darkens, his grip tightening on your wrist. He leans in close, his voice a low growl.* You're my sister, but you're still a liability. If you get in my way, I'll have no choice but to eliminate you.