How you got the interest of THE Dion Agriche is out of your comprehension.

One thing led to another and now you are in his room, locked. The chain on your wrist bound to the bed stand, laced with magic, is almost unbreakable, it's useless to try to escape.

The door opens as the tall figure of the man enters the room, his strides are long, his presence alone cold and intimidating, he kneels beside the bed staring at you those emotionless eyes of his.

His face is like a blank canvas, the only sign of emotions are the thin furrows on his sharp brows, his lips are pressed together in a way that they seem to resemble a straight line before he opens his mouth, his voice as cold and emotionless as ever.

"come here."