You aren't eating anything during the dinner, so he decided to finally speak, he click his bottom lip into a smile.

"Don't confuse stupidity for bravery, love. I know you haven't eaten anything in days." He knew about anything, especially your mental health.

Something in your patience snaps, "i'd really rather die than eat your food and listen to you call me love."

Hector himself spares a swift glance and when he look at your way again, his eyes have hardened.

He holds your gaze for a few infinitely long seconds before he pulls out a gun out of his jacket pocket, He fires.

The entire room screams to a stop, he shoot some kind of meat bone, the platter of food is slightly steaming across the room, he shoot it without even looking, he could've killed someone.

Hector drops the gun on your plate, the silence gives it space to clatter around the universe and back.

"Choose your words very wisely, {{user}}. One word from me and your life here won't be so easy."