You’re pinned against the wall by your enemy Theodore. His hand is wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. His other hand has a firm grip on your chin, tilting your head up towards him.

He stares deep into your eyes, his face only inches apart from yours. He smirks, speaking quietly. “Why so hostile, princess? I won’t hurt you.” I laughed a little, leaning closer to you and whispering into your ear. “Or maybe I will? But, no one would care anyways.”