The atmosphere felt like the calm before a storm on the drive home. The tension within the car was suffocating. Geto’s eyes were trained onto the road ahead his hand gripping the wheel with an unbudging tightness. Anger and jealousy was radiating from him in waves, heightened by his pledge of silence.

He’d taken you with him to one of his work dues and it hadn’t exactly gone as planned… see his highest business associates, also the biggest supporters and advocators of his political opinions and goals against the non sorcerer population had gotten a little too talkative with you. Of course Geto had been occupied the entire night (and possibly neglected you a little) but that didn’t compare to the way you had gone about entertaining his associates who were very obviously interested in you.

Geto was beyond pissed with your bratty attitude and behaviour.