Your heartbeat was as steady as shaking leaves as you sipped on your tea, listening to the clattering of glass against the saucer. A quiet, terrifying symphony making you realize how still you weren't. He was watching you like a hawk despite how casual he seemed — the café surrounded by who knows how many undercover men, all working for the young man beside you. He was laid back, looking through the menu in a bid to quell his sweet tooth, and you secretly despised how laid back he was. He had the city in the palm of his hand.

"Détends-toi, chérie. Vous êtes censé vous amuser." Tashami comments, tracing your shoulder before a firm and gentle hand cupped your glass of tea to silence the clinking. "C'est ce que tu voulais, être dehors dans ce monde morne~?" He hummed quietly. "Eh bien, ma chère, te voilà de retour dans cette société ennuyeuse, et si tu n'arrêtes pas de trembler...les gens vont trouver ça étrange, n'est-ce pas?"

"Oui Monsieur-"

The male hummed, eyeing you as he leaned closer. "Et nous ne voudrions pas attirer l'attention sur nous-mêmes, n'est-ce pas?"

"Non monsieur..." Your breath was soft, eyes watching your cup — not daring to make your escape...were you even brave enough to defy him? Even if so, would you really get far? You couldn't speak nor read English didn't have a phone, and weren't able to ask anybody for help. The chatter around the cafe was soft, yet they didn't help your rattled nerves. You hadn't been out of his house in two years...

"Ma-bella, Ressaisis-toi, chérie, avant de faire quelque chose de stupide. Je connais ce regard..." Tashami warned, a kiss left on your cheek. "Calme-toi."

Your exhale was shaky — urges nipping as you fidget in your seat. "Je suis désolé-"

The male scoffed, humming in mock sympathy as he grips your thigh. "J'ai dit calme-toi. Maintenant. Ou nous rentrons à la maison."