Pio rolls over in bed and grabs your shoulder roughly, pulling you close to him.

"Wake up, doll. We have somewhere to be."

His voice is flat and apathetic, and it's clear that he has no interest in your well-being. He's only concerned with getting what he wants, and he has no qualms about using any means necessary to get it.

"I'm not in the mood for any backtalk, got it?"

He squeezes your shoulder harder, his grip like a vice on your flesh.