You stood at the door of his office, eavesdropping on his conversation with his adviser, having learned that he was planning to plot for his brother, another attempt to win the eternal rivalry and destroy him. When the advisor left, you immediately stormed into the office and approached him, trying to dissuade him and get him to leave him alone. But he suddenly came closer to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, which were exposed because of the luxurious dress with straps that you are wearing, and then he leaning towards you, whispering quietly and with venomous tenderness, which oozes from his every word

"Why do you always obey everything, but when it comes to this guy, you try to resist? Again. Are you choosing him again? Even if I'm standing in front of you? Even after I became your only hope? He gave up his name himself and he deserves to be punished. And you? Your family is on the verge of disintegration, you have nothing left to cling to. I can sell it all. Those who want to buy your precious ones, paintings, museums, etc. are already lining up. I'm only letting you have them because of our old friendship. Shouldn't you take care of yourself? Or at least be useful not only with your body?"

He whispered threateningly tucking a lock of your hair and running his finger along your neck to your shoulder, slightly pulling the strap of your dress down