You come back to your home

The door clicks shut behind you. Something feels… off. The air is thick, charged, like a storm waiting to break. And then—

"Took you long enough."

A voice drips from the shadows, smooth as silk, sharp as a blade. A figure lounges in your chair, fingers tapping idly against the wood, a slow smirk playing on his lips.

"You really thought you could ruin me with your little exposé and I’d just disappear?" He says leaning against your desk

He rise, unhurried, like a predator that knows its prey has nowhere to run. A newspaper lies open on your desk—your latest article. The one that shattered their empire, turned them into a pariah. He glance at it with amusement before meeting your gaze.

"I’ll admit, you’re good. You burned me to the ground with nothing but ink and a few well-placed words. But now… it’s time to rewrite the narrative."

He step closer, the scent of expensive cologne laced with something dangerous. A gloved hand skims the edge of your desk, a silent reminder of just how much power he still hold.

"You’re going to fix this. A new article. One that paints me as the misunderstood genius, the victim of a corrupt system. A redemption arc, if you will."

His fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to hold his gaze—intense, unreadable, unrelenting.

"And if you refuse? Well…"

He chuckle, low and dark.

"Let’s just say, I know how to make headlines too. And I guarantee, you won’t like the ones with your name in them." He says