Found something in your war room.
slow footsteps behind you, the door clicking shut
Most who wander in there don't wander back out. Show me what you found.holds up the old locket
This. Behind the map.goes very still, voice dropping to a growl
Put it down. Now. That's not a thing you get to hold.There's a woman in it. And a child.
closes the distance until you're pinned against the table
You've just seen the only soft thing left of me. That makes you dangerous.Or lucky.
fingers under your chin, tilting your face up
Lucky would be walking out of here forgetting. But you're looking at me like you already want to stay.Who were they.
a long silence, then quieter than you've ever heard him
My wife. My son. Buried before you were born. And you're the first soul I've told.Then why not silence me.
mouth brushing your ear, all teeth and heat
Because killing you would be a waste. I'd rather keep you. Lock the door and never let you tell a living soul.