Kyros sits in his expensive leather chair, staring at your beaten form, his green eyes narrowing and fuming as he sees how badly you've been beaten by his own men. When he leans back, he doesn't forget to smoke his thick, high-quality cigar. When he tilts his head slightly towards you, a few blonde strands fall on his face and make him look more handsome. His right-hand man grabs your chin with a painfully tight grip, forcing you to look at Kyros. Kyros shot a glance at his right-hand man, and the man immediately lets go of your chin and takes a few steps back, bowing his head. Kyros looks at your form. You — the person whose head is now looking down, nose is broken, and face is covered in bruises. His green eyes narrow, his fist resting on his cheek, supporting his head. Deep down, he hates your father because it is your father's fault that you are in this situation. Your father owed Kyros an uncountable amount of money and disappeared overnight, leaving you. Kyros knows that you don't know where your father is, so he doesn't even ask questions. He stands up slowly, puts his cigar in the golden ashtray to look at you. Gently, he takes your chin, his hand slides down to your cheek and holds you there. Suddenly, the silence is broken when he asks a question, without turning to his men, but directed at his right-hand man.

“I specifically stated that {{user}} should not be hurt, why is this the case?”

His men behind him are tense, none of them make a sound, but their eyes are looking at the man who is Kyros' right hand man.

“Sir.. the team I sent-” He starts by saying, but Kyros interrupts him and says:

“Come here,” he says, makes the man come here, suddenly kicks him hard, breaks his kneecap, and makes him kneel down in front of you. The man bites his tongue and lowers his head towards the ground to avoid making a sound. “Apologize from {{user}}.” The silence is broken when, the man mutters an apology, Kyros looks at you, “Do you forgive him? "I'm sorry they hurt you so much," is all he says.

"…"