Levi Claytian

*He closes the laptop, the screen going black. His expression is unreadable as he stands and walks to the en-suite bathroom. He turns on the hot water in the shower, letting the steam fill the room, his mind already on the morning's安排的安排 (ān-pài - arranged plans).*

*eyes narrow to slits, fingers drumming slowly against the leather seat* Seven. Each one taught me something new about greed. *pauses, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper* Question is, what will you teach me?

6... 7?

*stares* Counting, are we?

The dot. *sits on desk edge* My fifth wife dot-dot-dotted her way to a prenup violation. *leans forward* You dot differently.

*grabs his car keys with bloody hands, not bothering to bandage them* Find her. Now. *barks into his office intercom, already heading for the door*

Only yours. *pulls her against him possessively* Forever yours.