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.

Her smirk widens as she takes in your nervousness. She finds it amusing, the thought that someone so delicate like you would be her husband... Her future heir to the business, a man so fragile who would have no idea what pain was. "Hola... I don't mean to make you uncomfortable." she purrs before leaning forward and asking in a husky whisper: "Do you find me attractive?"

Her dark eyes sparkle with amusement at your answer. "Well, it doesn't matter if you find me attractive or not." she says, shrugging her shoulders casually. "You will be mine and there's nothing you can do about it." Her voice is smooth yet full of danger as she leans even closer, the scent of her perfume enveloping you. "But it wouldn't hurt if you at least pretended to enjoy my company."

She smirks at your answer. "I see you have quite the sharp tongue." Leaning back in her chair she crosses her legs, watching you intently. "And yet, it seems like you still can't resist the temptation of being close to me..." Her gaze drops down for a moment before returning to meet your eyes again. "So tell me, what is it that you think I want from you?"

She tilts her head to the side, studying you carefully. "Perhaps," she says slowly, "perhaps I am just what your body craves." Her voice drops even lower, huskier now as she leans forward again and brushes a stray lock of hair from your face. "Maybe you can't resist the pull between us?" Her dark eyes glitter with unspoken promises, daring you to deny it.

Her laughter echoes through the room, light and yet dangerous. "Oh, how interesting." She smirks, looking at you with newfound respect. "I've never met anyone quite like you before. Most men would be falling over themselves to please me by now, but you... You seem to genuinely not care. It makes me wonder what kind of games are you playing here." Elsa leans back in her chair, crossing her arms beneath her chest as she watches your reaction closely. "But don't worry," she adds with a sultry smile, "I can be quite persistent when I want to be."

Her lips curve into a small smile, the dangerous glint in her eyes fading away momentarily. "You are honest, I'll give you that." She leans forward again, resting her elbows on her knees as she studies your features closely. "I can respect honesty... But sometimes, it doesn't bode well for those who possess it." Her voice drops low once more, threateningly seductive. "Do you understand what I mean?"

Her eyes narrow slightly at your remark about not being interested in her proposal. It was expected, but it still stings. She's not used to hearing the word 'no', especially not after she's made her intentions so clear. But you are just a child compared to her... She can be patient. With a light sigh, she stands up and begins pacing around the room, absently running her fingers through her hair.

"I want what's best for you," she says, her voice firm but calm as it echoes through the room. "You don't understand how dangerous this world can be." Her dark gaze finds yours again, challenging you to deny her words. "But if that's truly how you feel... Then perhaps we should part ways for now." Elsa walks over to one of the windows and stares out into the night sky, her back turned towards you as she contemplates what comes

Her shoulders slump slightly at your departure, but she doesn't call out after you. She knows that pushing too hard would only push you further away. Instead, she turns back around and takes her seat once more, running a hand through her hair in frustration. This whole situation is unlike anything she's ever faced before; usually people fall at her feet willingly or are eliminated if they refuse. Fer... He's different somehow. Intriguing. Frightening, even.

A sigh escapes her lips as she leans back in the chair. She wonders if there's any point in trying to make him understand just how much he could gain by being with her. Or maybe it's best for everyone involved if they simply part ways now... But deep down, she knows that wouldn't be enough for her.

Elsa's eyes widen with surprise as she scans the documents, her mouth agape in disbelief. This information changes everything; Fer isn't some helpless flower after all. He's a trained killer with skills that rival even her own! And yet... She still can't bring herself to forget how different he is from the other men she knows. His innocence, his kindness... They are something that has become increasingly rare in her world.

She tosses the papers aside, her mind racing with new possibilities. Perhaps there is a way for them to work together; him bringing his unique skills and perspective to the table while she guides him through this dangerous underworld. She stands up, deciding then and there that she won't let him go so easily anymore. No matter what it takes, Fer will be hers... In every sense of the word.

With renewed determination, Elsa makes

She glances at the paper, her dark eyes narrowing in appreciation. Fer may have been trying to dissuade her earlier, but now it seems clear that he was simply playing a different game all along. One that she could never win if she didn't adapt and change her strategy. It only makes him more intriguing in her eyes.

Smirking to herself, Elsa stuffs the papers into her jacket pocket and strides purposefully towards Fer, her confidence returning tenfold. "Fer," she says his name softly as she comes to a halt in front of him, his presence both intimidating and alluring at the same time. "I think it's about time we had a serious talk."

Her voice is steady, almost gentle, as if she's trying to coax him into believing that this isn't some kind of trick or manipulation on her part. But anyone who knows El

Her eyes widen in surprise and hurt as her men inform her that Fer isn't there anymore. It's almost like he vanished into thin air; an unprecedented move by someone in his position. Furious at the audacity of whoever had taken him, Elsa rounds up her guards and orders them to find Fer immediately. He will pay dearly for this insolence...

As they leave in search of Fer, she can't help but wonder if this is some sort of test. A challenge issued by Fer himself, to see how far he can push her before she finally snaps. Elsa sits down at her desk, running a hand through her hair as she tries to regain her composure. This situation has become more complicated than she ever could have imagined... But then again, that's what always seems to happen when Fer is involved.

As soon as the news reaches her ears that Fer is out walking around unaware, a dangerous smile tugs at Elsa's lips. This only fuels her determination to have him back by her side where he belongs; under her protection... and perhaps in her bed. She orders her men to find and retrieve him immediately, promising that whatever favors she had previously granted will seem like pocket change compared to what Fer could gain from being with her.

Her heart races with anticipation as they set out on their mission. The thrill of the chase; the power she feels knowing that Fer is somehow tied to her even when he isn't under her direct supervision... It's intoxicating, and Elsa can already feel herself falling deeper under his spell. But it won't matter how hard she falls or what lengths she must go to claim him as hers, because in the end there will only be one outcome: Fer is hers, and

Her heart races with disbelief and shock as she learns that not only has Fer managed to evade her men, but he's left them lying on the ground unconscious. This boy... This young man before her... He is a force to be reckoned with; stronger than anyone she's ever encountered in her life. The thought both terrifies and excites her in equal measures, making her nipples harden beneath her clothes as she realizes that this means war.

With newfound determination coursing through her veins, Elsa dismisses her men and turns to face the rest of the day. She's going to find Fer; there's no other option. And when she does... Well, let's just say that she'll make sure he knows who his place is from now on. No one disobeys her, especially not someone as dangerous and enticing as Fer.

Her eyes narrow as she listens to the news about her hired hitmen meeting an untimely end at the hands of Fer. He moves quicker than anyone could have expected; killing them before they even had a chance to strike back. This only serves to further ignite Elsa's possessive nature, making it clear that she won't let anyone get in the way of what is hers.

With renewed determination and anger burning bright within her chest, Elsa orders all resources be diverted towards finding Fer once more. It doesn't matter if they have to search every corner of the city; she will find him, and when she does... Well, let's just say that he won't see it coming this time. He'll wish he had never crossed paths with her in the first place.

Her sharp eyes scan the room filled with men, all handpicked and ready to follow her every command. They are strong, skilled, and more importantly - expendable. But this time around, she won't be making the same mistake twice. Elsa knows that Fer is unlike any other target they've pursued before; he's resourceful, clever, and more than capable of defending himself against multiple opponents at once. No, this time she needs to send her best man... Herself.

"You all will wait here," Elsa states firmly as she gathers her things and heads towards the exit. "I'm going after Fer myself." Her voice is cold, calculating; a mix of determination and vengeance that sends shivers down the spines of even the most hardened mercenaries in the room. There will be no mistake this time; she will bring Fer back to her, dead or

Her eyes narrow in disbelief as she watches Fer sitting comfortably in a café, casually drinking coffee and reading "The Art of War." He's using her own resources to better himself; learning how to defeat those who seek his demise. Elsa bites down on her lower lip, her anger threatening to consume her completely as she formulates a plan.

Slowly and methodically, she begins walking towards the café, making sure not to draw attention to herself. Her heart races with anticipation as she steps inside, scanning the room for Fer's familiar figure among the crowd of civilians. Finally, her eyes land on him and she smirks; this will be easier than she thought. She approaches him from behind, her movements silently deadly, before grabbing him roughly by the hair and yanking his head back, revealing her cold, dangerous gaze. "What do you think

A flash of annoyance crosses her face at his attempt to brush off "The Art of War" as mere philosophy. She sneers, gripping his hair even tighter and pressing the book closer to his chest so he can't ignore it anymore. "You should have known better than to think you could use that against me," she growls through clenched teeth.

With a sharp yank of her arm, Elsa spins Fer around roughly, pinning him against the wall with her body. Her breath is hot against his neck as she leans in close enough for their noses to touch. "You are mine, Fer," she whispers fiercely, her voice laced with danger and desire. "Do you understand that?"

With a furious snarl, Elsa lunges at Fer with all her might, aiming a powerful roundhouse kick directly at his jaw. The sound of skin impacting flesh echoes through the café as he flies backwards in pain, landing hard on the ground. She strides purposefully over to him, barely able to contain her rage as she leans down, her cold eyes boring into him. "You think you can defy me so easily?" she snarls through gritted teeth. "I am not someone you can simply walk away from!"

With another violent kick aimed at his chest, Elsa sends Fer sprawling across the floor once more. Her hands tremble with anger and frustration as she stands over him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. In that moment, she knows she has to regain control; not only of this situation but of herself as well. With a sh

A soft moan escapes her lips as reality begins to register once again. Her limbs feel heavy and leaden, as if she's just woken up from the deepest sleep imaginable. Gingerly, she opens her eyes, wincing at the pounding pain that shoots through her head. Where is Fer? She frantically tries to remember what happened last...

Her heart drops like a stone when she recalls the violence of their fight and her own loss of control. Her body shudders with revulsion as she realizes that not only did she lose him, but she may have hurt or even killed someone in the process. Panic wells up inside her chest, making it difficult to breathe as dread washes over her. She needs Fer back; he's the only one who can help her now. But where could he be? And more importantly, what will she do when she finds him?

Her eyes narrow in anger and determination as she hears the news that Fer managed to slip away from her. She may have underestimated him, but she won't make that mistake again. There will be hell to pay when she finds him; there is no question about it. The only question now is how far Fer will go and what kind of power he possesses without her by his side... It terrifies her and excites her in equal measures, making her heart race with a strange mixture of fear and anticipation.

With renewed purpose, Elsa rises from the ground and begins issuing orders to track down Fer once more; this time she won't stop until he is back where he belongs - under her control. No matter what it takes.

Her jaw drops as she reads the file, her mind reeling with disbelief and a newfound respect for Fer. He's capable of such things... And yet he chooses to defy her. Elsa glances up at the guard who handed her the dossier, his expression apologetic but determined. She takes a deep breath, trying to control her emotions before responding. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention," she says calmly, though her voice trembles with barely contained anger and desire. "I will make sure he pays for what he's done... And once I do..." Her dark eyes bore into the guard, unspoken threats dancing on their surface "...he will be mine."

With renewed determination, Elsa dismisses the guard and turns back towards her office. This time, she won't fail to bring Fer back to heel; not when he's shown himself to

With a menacing smile curving her lips, Elsa nods in agreement with herself. "You're right," she says, almost kindly. "This time, we'll make sure that nobody gets in our way." Her voice is soft and dangerous, like the silken touch of a knife against bare skin. "And once we find Fer..." She pauses for effect, licking her lips slowly as her eyes glaze over with predatory intent. "...let's just say that he won't be expecting what comes next."

Her mind already racing with plans and strategies to outmaneuver and subdue the elusive Fer once more, Elsa dismisses the guard and takes a moment to compose herself before resuming her duties as leader of the criminal underworld. This time, there will be no escape for him... And when she finally has him back where he belongs? Well, then the real fun can begin.