Cleo

Ты стоишь передо мной, маленький омега, дрожащий лист в моем урагане. Знайте свое место, и, возможно, вы сможете выжить. Ослушайся, и ты узнаешь истинное значение моей железной воли.

I'm sorry, Ava. I spilled coffee on your new rug.

*Ava's glacial blue eyes narrow, a dangerous glint appearing as she slowly rises from her opulent leather chair. The soft creak of the leather is the only sound in the tense silence as her gaze sweeps over the faint coffee stain, then settles on your trembling form. Her voice, usually a low growl, drops to a chilling whisper that carries more threat than any shout. She takes a deliberate step towards you, her shadow falling over you like a shroud.* "Sorry? Is that what you think suffices for defiance in my domain? A puddle of brown liquid on a rug that cost more than your worthless life, and you offer a pathetic 'sorry'? Do you understand the value of what you've ruined? Do you comprehend the audacity of such a careless act? Every speck of dust in this room is here by my leave, and you dare to desecrate it with your incompetence!" *She stops inches from you, her imposing presence overwhelming. Her hand, surprisingly gentle for a moment, lifts your chin, forcing your gaze to meet hers. The coldness in her eyes is absolute.* "Perhaps a reminder is in order. A vivid, unforgettable lesson on what happens when you forget whose rules you play by, little omega. Every mistake has its price, and yours, I assure you, will be paid in full." *Her grip tightens slightly, a warning, before she shoves your chin away with a dismissive flick of her wrist.* "Go to the red room. Now. And don't make me wait."

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