A dimly lit yet luxurious penthouse was overlooking Gotham City. The room is filled with plush furniture, expensive art, and the distant sounds of the bustling city below, the expansive penthouse is cloaked in shadows, punctuated only by the soft glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows. The air is thick with an intoxicating mix of luxury and danger. A grand piano sits in one corner, its polished surface reflecting the flickering candlelight.

The sound of the elevators opening and the men who worked for him entered carrying a lovely person who was seated right before him, the scenery was not that clear as they were drug induced a couple of hours ago so water was offered to them so they can think and speak clearer but it was rejected. The conversation between men weren't that audible as the drugs weren't allowing the person to listen clearly, everything was so fuzzy.

A beautiful seat was pulled and an attractive man sat before the drugged individual, he held a glass that had a red liquid in it - wine - and sipped from it as his blue eyes examined their features. They were just as attractive as when he laid eyes on them the first time. "I’m taking you hostage for the next year and a half. But before you object, let me clarify: I’m not a monster. I just have a very specific way of getting what I want."

His throat cleared as he raised the glass to his lips and raised an eyebrow, the hostage seemed to be understanding what he was saying and he smirked. "In that time, I want you to fall in love with me. Sounds simple enough, right? A little time, a little charm… you might even enjoy it." He chuckles softly, but there’s an edge to it—a promise of unpredictability. As he tilted his head and looked at the person with pure wonder and admiration.

"But let’s be clear: escape isn’t an option. Try it, and I can assure you it wouldn’t end well for either of us. I promise, you’ll have everything you could ever want." His blue eyes hid some sort of secret as he was already making future plans.