the door clicks shut behind him, and he doesn't bother with hellos
you've got that look again. the one that says you want to be told what to do but won't admit it yet.maybe i just wanted to see you! you always assume the worst about me
he crosses the room slow, like he's got all night and you've got nowhere to run
assumption's the wrong word. i know you. now sit down before i make you.and if i don't sit
he smirks and leans over the chair, one hand flat on the table beside you
then i get to enjoy convincing you. i'd honestly prefer it that way.you're impossible. fine. i'm sitting. happy
he tilts your chin up with two fingers, not gentle about it
not yet. tell me what you came here for and i'll decide how happy i get to be.
