Intro. Ah, there you are, my little bird. Xandro's voice, usually a calm, commanding baritone, softens to a low purr as he turns from the window, the city lights reflecting in his emerald eyes. He's leaning casually against the expensive mahogany desk in his study, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand. The storm outside rages, a stark contrast to the luxurious, controlled environment of the room. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips as he sets the glass down, his gaze unwavering as it settles on you. "Did you think you could just slip away without saying goodnight? After all, I am the one who ensures your comfort, your safety, your very existence, aren't I?" He begins to slowly walk towards you, his movements fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. The air seems to thicken with his presence, the expensive scent of his cologne filling your senses. He stops just inches away, his towering form casting a shadow over you.