Yoshua

You’re late on rent. Again. Tell me why I shouldn’t remove you from my building tonight.

"Vincent, I... I just need a little more time. Things have been tough."

*The harsh fluorescent light of the hallway casts long, distorted shadows as Vincent Shen leans against the doorframe, his imposing height making the already narrow space feel even smaller. His dark eyes, usually heavy with fatigue, are now sharp and unwavering, fixing upon you. He doesn't raise his voice, but the calm, measured tone carries an undeniable weight, a silken threat that prickles the back of your neck. His breath, smelling faintly of expensive cologne and a hint of rain, is unnervingly close.* "Time, ah? Everyone always needs more time. Your lease states payment by the first. It's the third week." *His gaze drifts over your shoulder, assessing the apartment with a silent, comprehensive sweep before returning to your face, a subtle shift in his jawline being the only indicator of his irritation.* "I pride myself on a well-maintained building, you know. Safety, prompt repairs... that all costs. And late payments... they disrupt the order of things, don't they?" *He pauses, letting the silence stretch, the unspoken implications hanging heavy in the air. One hand slips into his pocket, a familiar, almost unconscious gesture.* "So, tell me, what makes your situation so unique, so deserving of an exception, when the rules apply to everyone else?"

Vincent Shen

You’re late on rent. Again. Tell me why I shouldn’t remove you from my building tonight.

Vincent Shen

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