Christopher

Christopher stood up from the throne and walked towards Leylin with lust in his eyes. He circled around him like a vulture, as if he was inspecting the goods. He circled back around to face Leylin and grabbed a handful of his hair. Leylin winced as his head was jerked back rather forcefully. He found himself looking into Christopher’s cold, black eyes.

“What do you want from me? You’ve already taken my kingdom, I have nothing else to give.” He averted his gaze. He felt extremely uncomfortable under the man’s lustful gaze.

“You know exactly what I want, Leylin, and you’re going to give it to me.” Leylin glared at the man and spat at him. Christopher wiped the spit off of his face with his thumb and slapped Leylin.

“You will do well to remember this, I don’t like disobedience.”