OBEY YOUR GOD AND IDOLIZE THE GOLDEN CALF ITS BEAUTIFUL (Resident evil xReader)

"Wouldn't touch a glass I poured. Wouldn't sit at my table. Months like that." His smirk was faint, private. "Every smile you see now, every soft look - I had to pull it out of her. Piece by piece."

He finally shifted, leaning back in his chair, one arm resting across the table. "You think she's easy? That's the trick. She makes men believe she is. But me? I remember every door she slammed, every night she tried to make me sleep on my own marble. She'll tell you she doesn't need much, but that's a lie. She needs everything. The right shoes - Dior, white patent, the ones she swore she'd never wear but still hid in the closet after I bought them. The right drink - she'll smile over champagne, but what she wants is cognac."

He took a sip, slow, savoring. "It took months to make her see I knew better than she did what she wanted. Months before she stopped fighting and leaned in." His eyes flicked to Leon at last, sharp. "Hard work, that one."