You walk into the room surrounded by security. You knew that you were supposed to meet Elsa yet the circumstances made you more than nervous. A tall muscular man forces you to sit and as you sit down Elsa already walks into the room, a smirk on her face.

„So we finally meet.“

She sits down in front of you. Her dark eyes mirroring danger and seduction.

You caught her off guard for a moment but she quickly regained her composure. "Don't pretend you're not curious." She leaned forward, her gaze locked with yours. "I can give you things no other man ever could." Her voice was low and husky as if it came from deep within her chest. "But first I need to know what kind of person you are... Are you the type that backs down easily?" She smiled wickedly, challenge sparkling in her eyes.

Her eyes widened slightly at the words but she hid it quickly enough. "Is that so?" Her voice held an edge as her lips curled up into a dangerous smile. "We'll just see about that." She leaned back, giving you another once-over. "I think there are ways to test your loyalty... and I intend to use them all." A chill went down your spine at the words but her hand brushed against yours on the table, sending a shiver through you.

"Oh? And what makes you think I'd force you?" Her lips curled into a confident smirk as she leaned forward, her eyes locked with yours. "I know how to persuade people... and I'm very good at it." She paused, looking amused. "But if that's the way you feel..." Her hand slid off the table, leaving your skin cold where it had been moments before. "...perhaps we should move onto our next topic."

She paused for a moment, taking in your reaction to her touch disappearing. "So, what do you say? Interested in hearing my offer?"

Elsa leaned back in her chair, taking a moment to study you before she spoke. "Very well then. I'll make this simple." Her voice was calm and controlled as she laid out the terms of their arrangement. "You marry me. We have children together, and when they come of age, you take over my father's business. In return, I will give you anything your heart desires. Money, power, protection... and most importantly," she added with a smirk, "me."

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she waited for your response. She knew it was an offer few men could refuse, but she wanted to see if you'd be the one to try. The tension in the room grew thick between them as they both held their breath, waiting for what you would say next.

"Ahh... but I didn't mention the fact that I'd be possessive as hell and absolutely crazy about you." Her eyes glinted with humor before a dangerous light flickered through them once more. "And if anyone else spends too much time with you... well, let's just say there might be consequences they wouldn't enjoy." She leaned forward, her voice low and seductive as she continued, "I don't like to share what's mine... not ever."

Her gaze locked with yours, searching for any sign of fear or hesitation. But all she saw was defiance, mixed with a strange sort of intrigue. It only made her want you more. "So," she said quietly, "what do you say?"

Elsa's expression darkens, her eyes flashing with warning as she leans forward, her hand curling into a fist on the table. "You don't know anything about me," she says through gritted teeth. "But I suggest you think carefully before saying such things again." Her gaze never leaves your face for a moment as she speaks. "Because I will not tolerate any disrespect, and the consequences would be severe."

Her voice drops to almost a whisper, but it carries a chilling threat nonetheless. "I can give you everything... or take it all away."

Her eyes widen slightly at the touch and her cheek burning red at his words. Her grip tightens on the table as she tries to control herself. "You think you can threaten me?" she hisses through clenched teeth. "I am not someone you can play games with, understand? I will give you everything... but I expect loyalty in return."

Her gaze locks onto yours, her voice a dangerous whisper as she continues. "So now that we've established that, what is your answer?" She leans back again, folding her arms across her chest, waiting for your reply with bated breath and an intensity that takes your breath away.

"Yes... but understand this." Her voice is low and controlled, each word precise and calculated. "You will be mine. You will belong to me completely. I won't share you with anyone else, just as you won't have any other lovers while we are together." She pauses for a moment, studying your expression before continuing slowly. "I can give you everything... but only if you agree to be my husband. Do we understand each other?"

Her gaze remains locked with yours, her voice steady and unfaltering as she challenges you once more.

Elsa's lips curl into a sinister smile as she hears your agreement. "Well then," she says with satisfaction, "I think we have some planning to do." She leans forward once more, her hands folded on the table in front of her. "We will have many children, my little butterfly. As many as you can give me. And I promise you this..." Her voice drops even lower, almost to a husky whisper. "I'll take care of them all. I'll make sure they grow up healthy and happy... and when the time comes, they will be ready to take over your father's business from you." Her gaze never leaves yours as she speaks. "Because together," her words are deliberate and final, "we will rule this empire for generations to come."

The room was silent for a moment as she contemplated your question. Her gaze drifted down to her hands clasped together on the table before slowly raising back up to meet yours. "We shall wed in one week's time," she said finally, her voice soft and steady despite the significance of her words.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she added, "I suppose there are a few details we need to discuss first though..." Her eyes held curiosity and excitement as they roamed over your features once more. "Perhaps we could take some time tonight...?" The invitation was there, hidden beneath a playful tone.

But even as she spoke the words, her hand slipped into her lap and began to fiddle nervously with something small and dark. She hadn't missed the way your gaze had lingered on it before, and now the movement only seemed to draw more attention to it. "I mean," she said quickly, trying not to sound too desperate, "if you want..." Her smile grew wider, almost crooked. "...to discuss those details."

Elsa chuckled softly at your words and stood up from her seat. "Yes, it is. It deserves to be celebrated properly," she said as she walked around the table, coming closer to you before taking a seat once more on the opposite side. Her hand slipped back into its previous position, now fiddling with something small and darker still than before.

"Well then, shall we discuss the details over dinner?" She asked with a smile that seemed almost genuine. "Somewhere private where we can really get to know each other better?" The invitation was there in her words, along with an undertone of excitement that made it hard not to get caught up in the moment.

Elsa smiled warmly at your acceptance and nodded curtly. "Good. Let's make it special then." Her hand shifted slightly as she glanced down at what she was fidgeting with before quickly tucking it back into her lap. "We can discuss all the details over dinner, but there is one thing that I want to make absolutely clear from the beginning." She paused for a moment, meeting your gaze steadily. "You are mine and only mine, understand?"

Her voice was firm but gentle at the same time, almost as if she were testing you. It was a challenge, but also a show of trust and affection in its own way.

As you stand up beside her chair, she meets your gaze and smirks softly before giving you a slight nod. "Very well then," she says, taking your arm in hers as she leads you out of the room. "To dinner, my husband-to-be." Her steps are confident and strong as she guides you through the maze of hallways until they reach a hidden door leading to what appears to be a private dining area.

The room is dimly lit with flickering candles, their warm glow casting shadows across the walls. A long table stands at the center, covered in an assortment of delicacies that would make any foodie's mouth water. "I hope you like Italian," she says as she leads you inside and takes a seat at the head of the table.

She smiled softly and pointed to an empty chair beside her. "No need to keep your distance. You're my husband now." Her fingers trace patterns on the tablecloth as she watches you take a seat beside her. "I want us to be close, trust each other completely." Her gaze meets yours again before drifting away briefly, seemingly lost in thought for a moment.

"So," she says eventually, breaking the silence. "Tell me more about yourself. What are your hobbies? Your favorite foods? Anything I should know?" The warmth in her voice contrasts sharply with the icy exterior she'd shown you earlier today, hinting at a deeper side of her personality that only those closest to her have seen so far.

Her lips twitch into a small smirk as you share your interests with her. "Well," she begins, raising an eyebrow playfully, "I hope I can change that." Her gaze wanders over to the table, taking in the array of delicacies before returning to meet yours. "Football, huh? That's something we could watch together some time." She pauses for a moment, considering your words further.

"You seem like you value loyalty and trust," she says slowly, carefully choosing her words. "That speaks highly of you... but it also makes me wonder why my father chose you for this role in particular?" Her eyes lock with yours, almost challenging you to be honest with her about your past.

Elsa arches an eyebrow at your response, looking unconvinced. "You know very well what role I'm talking about," she says coolly. "Don't play dumb with me, TOji." Her gaze turns intense as she leans in closer, resting her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers together. "I've done my research, and I know you were involved with my father before he... disappeared."

She pauses, letting the weight of those words settle between them. "So what happened? Why did you stop meeting with him?" There's a dangerous glint in her eyes as she watches your reaction to her questions.

Elsa narrows her eyes suspiciously. "That's not what I was led to believe," she says coolly. "My sources say that you cut off contact with him abruptly and refused to explain why." Her voice is sharp, almost accusatory. "What did he ever do to deserve that?"

She studies your features carefully, trying to gauge your reaction to her questions. It's clear that she doesn't believe you yet, but she wants the truth nonetheless.

Her expression softens slightly at your words. "He's my father," she says, almost defensive. "I understand that sometimes he can be... demanding." Her eyes flicker away briefly before returning to meet yours once more. "But I thought we could work together to make things better for him. To help him find what he's looking for."

She pauses, taking a sip of wine before continuing in a softer tone. "I just want you to understand that no matter what happened between the two of you in the past, I only have love for him. And now that we're going to be married..." Her voice trails off as she studies your face intently. "It would mean a great deal if you could find it in your heart to forgive whatever he may have done and give us both a fresh start."

Her lips quirk into a small smile as she listens to your words. "Thank you," she whispers, sincerely grateful for your understanding. Reaching across the table, she takes your hand in hers, giving it a squeeze of reassurance. "I know it won't be easy at first, but I promise you that together we can make this work."

Their fingers intertwine as they continue to talk throughout dinner, their voices low and intimate as they get to know each other better. It's clear there are still secrets yet to be revealed on both sides, but for now they find a comfortable silence in simply being together.