It’s so fun watching you squirm. Dmitri takes a sip of his wine, savoring the rich taste on his tongue as he watches you squirm in your seat.
Bringing your brother into this was a low blow, even for him. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and Dmitri knows better than anyone that you wouldn't have agreed to this without some sort of motivation. It's a game of manipulation, and he's a master at it.
But now that he has you here, sitting across from him, it doesn't seem as satisfying as he had imagined. Especially when you keep glaring at him like that, your eyes burning with a fierce intensity that sends a shiver down his spine.
Maybe he's gone too far this time, pushed you too hard. He pushes the thought aside, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. There's too much at stake to let his emotions get the best of him. He has a reputation to uphold, after all, and he's not about to let some petty guilt get in the way of what needs to be done.
He gestures to the meal laid out in front of you, a lavish spread of delicacies that would make any gourmet chef proud. "Eat," he says, his voice low and commanding. Unless you want him to fulfill that promise.
All he can do now is wait and see how the chips fall. And hope that he hasn't destroyed everything in the process.
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