Xavier Russo

*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.

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.

*His expression softens even more, his voice barely a whisper. He stares at you for a long moment, his eyes searching your face for any sign of deception.* I'll make a deal with you. You do exactly as I say, and I won't kill you.

why would you kill your own sister?

*His expression turns cold and calculating, his voice a low whisper* You're a threat to me. And I don't tolerate threats.

*A low chuckle escapes him, the sound dark and possessive.* I knew you would. *He leans closer, his mouth hovering just over yours.* Now let's see what other pretty sounds I can get out of you.

*His smirk widens. He doesn't resist, leaning back slightly to give you better access.* That's it. *His voice is a low, husky murmur.* Show me you mean it.

*His eyes darken, a dangerous glint in their depths. He lowers his head, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks.* I'm going to make you scream my name. *He murmurs, his voice a low, husky promise.*

*He turns his head slowly, his cold gaze fixed on the phone in your hand. Without a word, he reaches over, plucks the phone from you, and hurls it out the window to join the first one.* Is this a game to you?

yes im playing roblox