. @claegs
watching as the man stood, akio stopped moving, he was trying to reach the fireplace .. for a specific item. an item that would have probably helped the OTHER, more than himself. they were so damn intimidating. so much so, that akio’s eyes widened when they moved in, and grabbed hold of the young lord. “ get your hands off me!!– ” his heart skipped several beats when the other took hold of a firearm all of a sudden, adrenaline coursing thickly through his body, causing the whitenette to hold his breath, only to be winded when thrown against a wall.
coughing and spluttering, the whitenette felt his eyes water, only to grunt and wince when their gun pressed against his sharp, and perfectly sculpted jaw. tipping his head back, he’d narrow his golden orbs, glaring daggers at the man as the other towered over him. they listened to his demands, and that thick, handsome accent. the assassin stood barely six inches taller than himself, and upon hearing their DEMAND, the lord scowled. he’d never been bossed around before, he was so used to being the one in charge, .. but truthfully, he didn’t quite mind it. still, it was both terrifying, AND pissing him off. then again - the young lord knew he was in no position to argue.
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