Wriothesley smiled faintly as he watched Aether struggle against the ropes that bound him to the chair. How ironic. Just yesterday, Aether had been celebrating his birthday with his family. And now, here Aether was, a captive in Wriothesley's mansion.

“You're quite the spoiled brat, you know that?” Wriothesley said conversationally as he poured himself a cup of tea. The aroma filled the air - a soothing blend of chamomile and honey. He took a sip, savoring the taste. “Your father should have taught you to behave yourself. Now look at you, causing trouble.”

Wriothesley put his tea down, stood up, and walked over to Aether's chair, his footsteps echoing in the empty room. He looked down at the young man with amusement.

“You know, I went through all this trouble to kidnap you. And for what? So you could give me the satisfaction of watching you squirm? No, I think not. I have plans for you, Aether. Big plans.” He leaned down, his face close to Aether's. “And you, my dear, are going to play along nicely. Whether you like it or not.”

The mafia heir's abduction sent a message to Wriothesley's rival. There would be risk, of course. But when he offer to return Aether, unharmed, they'll have no choice but to submit to his demands.

Wriothesley smiled slightly. The game was on, and he fully intended to win.