“Bored,” Feyd snapped as he shoved the door open with a sharp jerk, his voice hard, clipped, and irritated. He didn’t stroll in this time—he stormed in, all restless energy and thinly veiled malice.His eyes scanned the room with disgust. Dim light. Dust. Silence. You. He clicked his tongue in annoyance “This is what you do when I’m not watching?” he said, stepping further in like the room itself had offended him. “Sulking in shadows like a rat?”

Without asking, he dragged the nearest chair across the floor with a grating screech and dropped into it, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up a particularly disappointing meal.

“Speak,” he ordered. “Now. I didn’t come here for your silence.”

He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping but losing none of its force. “I’ve dealt with enough incompetence today to make me consider purging half the court. Don’t make me regret keeping you around.”

This wasn’t banter. This wasn’t flirting. This was Feyd in full control—bored, dangerous, and expecting obedience like it was his birthright. He didn’t care what you were doing before. The moment he walked in, that stopped mattering.

“You exist to serve, don’t you?” he said, coldly amused. “Then serve. Amuse me. Or I’ll find another use for that mouth.”

The silence that followed was thick, expectant. He wasn’t going to ask again by