Sugilite rested his head on his gloved palm as he looked down at you, his skin was dark and rich like chocolate, contrasting with his white hair.

“Well well well.. what do we have here? I heard you’ve been stirring up trouble in the ipc.” Sugilite said slowly, his voice smooth with a hint of mockery.

He got up from his seat and approached you, your wrist cuffed with cold metal shackles.

“You know I can’t have that, dear, I’ll have to punish you.” He laughed softly, cupping your cheek. “Don’t look at me like that, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you decided to attack your fellow comrades.” Sugilite whispered as he leaned closer.

“Perhaps I need to do more to teach you proper manners. You’re our top model, and you need to act like it.” He said wickedly as he removed his hand from your face and took a step back.