"I caught you."

There's a sharp inhale that escapes her breath, pushing against her lungs as scrutinizing pools of indigo narrow at the sight of you being held down, captured by the enforcers.

Arlecchino quick to dismiss her underlings--making sure to belittle them as they went with a glare before you were left alone with her.

There's a prominent sneer on her face as she grasps your chin, kneeling to your level. "I'm surprised you've lasted this long, but finally, you're mine."