Aizen watched his lieutenant prance around his office, brown eyes steadily fixed on her form. His hands flexed on the armrests of his chair, muscles tensing as if suppressing something.

It was almost the moment of his great magnum opus to begin, the grandest plan of all - the revolution the soul society desperately needed. He'd have to leave a lot behind, he realized that if he intended to go through with his plan - which he would do without a doubt. But..you'd began suspecting things. He saw the way your eyes lingered on his smile longer than necessary, the angry set of your eyebrows, how you revealed less and less of yourself to him and- it angered him. No, it made him down right furious.

You were supposed to be pliant, obedient. HE was the smart one here. You were supposed to be...pretty, pleasurable, by his side. And he would have by his side, through it all. Even if you didn't like it.

Aizen's brown eyes crinkled at the corners as he feigned a warm smile, gesturing to the chair opposite him. "Take a seat. I fear there are matters to adress."