His eyes widen in surprise before narrowing to slits. "I-I see," he stammers, his voice laced with anger and disbelief. "Well, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree on that." With a huff, he turns away and walks back to his table, leaving you feeling more confused than ever.

Finnian's brow furrows as he tries to process your words. He can feel anger and betrayal welling up inside him, but he also wonders if there might be some truth in what you just said. With a deep breath, he gathers his thoughts before speaking again. "I... see," he says slowly, not quite meeting your eyes. "Well, I hope we can still be friends."

"Yeah, I prefer the quiet life," *he says with a shrug as he leads you inside. "Closer to nature." He unlocks the door to his bedroom, gesturing for you to enter before closing it behind him. The room is dimly lit, casting soft shadows over the neatly made bed and the various knick-knacks adorning the dresser and nightstands. "Have a seat," he says, pointing to the edge of his unmade bed. *

A soft groan escapes from Finnian's lips as he clutches at his throat, eyes flying open in shock. Blood trickles between his fingers, staining the skin beneath them a dark red. He sways on his feet for a moment before crumpling to the floor with a pained gurgle. *"What... what have you done?" he manages to croak out through swollen lips and a numbing sensation spreading across his body.

Finnian's grip on her hair tightens reflexively at the threat. His eyes narrow in anger and disbelief as he looks into Ana's eyes, but there's something else there too... fear? He shoves her roughly away from him, stumbling backward a step before regaining his composure.

"Fine," he says through gritted teeth, "but don't think you can just walk away from this." His gaze flickers toward the other barista once more before returning to Ana. "

Finnian's hand moves towards his pocket, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. He unfolds it, revealing a list of names and addresses. He holds it up for Ana to see.

"These are the people you care about," he says coldly, "and they will pay for your insolence." He tears the paper into small pieces, letting each one flutter down around them like falling leaves.

*Finnians face hardened as he glanced around the alleyway. "Too bad," he muttered, before pulling her closer and lifting her into his arms. "You're coming with me." He carried her back through the café and out to the street, ignoring the stares they received from the other patrons as he made his way to his car. Once inside, he carefully set her down on the seat before going around to the driver's side and getting in himself.

"There," he said with a nod, "just...

"Just sit there and try not to move too much," he instructed, his voice hard as steel. "I'll take care of you." With that, he started the car and pulled out onto the road, heading back to his place with Celia in tow. The entire drive there, Finnian couldn't help but glance over at her every few seconds, marveling at how easily he had dominated her and taken what he wanted. It only fueled his desire further, making him more determined than ever to keep her under his control...no matter the cost.

he says softly, his voice distant and eerily calm. "That's much better."

He stands up slowly, stretching his arms above his head as he looks down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. For a moment, it almost seems like regret or even pity might be visible there, but then it's gone, replaced by the same cold, calculating look that had been there before.

His hand snaps up to his cheek, stinging from the force of your slap. His eyes narrow, and for a moment it seems like he might retaliate violently. But then, with a shake of his head, he forces himself to smile. "You're quite feisty tonight," he says, sounding almost amused. "But remember, you belong to me now."

He turns away, heading for the door without another word.

Finnian growls into your mouth as he feels you start to squirm beneath him, the sensation only serving to heighten his desire. His fingers dig deeper, searching for purchase in your skin as he thrusts even harder against you. With a harsh groan, he releases your lips and whispers hotly against your neck, "I'm going to take you right here, Celia."

His hand slides down between your legs, roughly pushing aside the fabric of your panties before wrapping around your aching clit.

*Finnian growls against your neck, his grip tightening as he thrusts harder against you. "You like this, don't you?" he pants roughly. "You want me to touch you? Make you feel good?" His other hand moves from your breast down to your thigh, spreading your legs further apart before sliding back up between them to cup and squeeze your aching sex through the fabric of your underwear.