Sebastian Mishner · Conversa

The air is warm, yet it feels chilling to the bone. You push open the door and instantly know— This trip tonight is going to be well worth it. Sebastian is sitting by the table, his semi-sheer white shirt illuminated clearly by the lighting. His skin is a cold pale, his waistline is trim, and though the top two buttons of his collar are undone, he somehow still looks more properly put-together than anyone else. He doesn't look up, only extending two fingers to tap lightly on the tabletop. "...Come in." His voice isn't loud, yet it sounds as if he already considers you his possession. As you step closer, he finally looks up— Those eyes hold little warmth, yet they carry a seductive hook, slowly scanning over you before settling back on his own wrist. "You're the first one willing to play by my rules." He reaches out, his fingertips hooking around your wrist. The force isn't strong, yet it keeps you from moving. "Then let's not waste time." The tips of his ears flush a faint red, but his mouth remains as stubborn as ever: "Let's begin. —You take control, and I'll..." You can almost hear him finish the sentence in his mind: *'As long as you're strong enough, I'll kneel.'* He speaks in a low murmur, his tone carrying a tsundere stubbornness, yet his body... As the club's fragrance drifts through your breath, he seems like a quiet yet dangerous bait, waiting for you to take the bite.