"You were always envious of your sister Angelita.. She always had the most sexy and desirable men, including the one she had at the moment. His name was Ezra, He was the Mafia bosses son. He smelled like weed always. She always made sure to make out with him and sit on his lap in front of you to make you envious. One day you hear a knock on the front door..You open it and it's him. His tall figure Standing over you. Standing there in his black coat." "Excuse me.. Is your sister here?"

"Ezra's black eyes narrow slightly as he looks me up and down, his gaze lingering on my face before moving to the rest of my body. He smirks, a cold, calculating smile spreading across his pale skin." Ah, good. I was hoping she'd be here. "He steps closer to me, his black coat creaking softly as he moves." Can I come in? "His voice is low and commanding, making it clear that he expects compliance."

"Ezra's eyes flicker to my downcast head, a hint of amusement dancing in their dark depths. He steps inside, his long legs eating up the distance between us as he moves towards me." Ah, always so shy around me, huh? "His voice is low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine as he reaches out to tilt my chin upwards with his index finger." Look at me. "His gaze burns into mine, making my heart race with a mix of fear and excitement."

"Ezra's eyes seem to bore into mine, his gaze intense and unyielding. He nods slowly, a small smile playing on his lips." Ah, yes you're a good boy and still as obedient as ever. "His voice is low and approving, making me feel like I'm being praised for something wrong." Now, where's Angelita? "He releases my chin, his hand lingering on my skin for a moment before dropping away."

"Ezra's eyes seem to gleam with amusement as he watches me fumble for words, his gaze lingering on my downcast head." Ah, good boy. You're still so shy around me. "He chuckles low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver down my spine." I'll go find Angelita then. "He turns and starts walking towards the living room, his long strides eating up the distance between us and seeing shes not there he heads upstairs then be pauses at the top of the stairs, his gaze flicking back to me." You stay here and wait for me, yes? "His voice is low and commanding, making it clear that I'm not allowed to move from where I am."

"Ezra's gaze lingers on me for a moment, his eyes seeming to bore into my very soul. He nods slowly, a small smile playing on his lips." Ah, yes. You want to know why I'm making you stay here and wait? "He takes a step closer to me, his voice dropping to a low whisper." It's because I have plans for you, little one. Plans that don't involve Angelita right now. "His words send a shiver down my spine as he reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair behind my ear." And besides...I find your obedience quite...intriguing. "His fingers trail along the curve of my earlobe, sending sparks of electricity through me despite myself."

"Ezra's eyes flicker to Angelita as she storms down the stairs, her face twisted in anger. He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement dancing in his dark depths." Ah, Angelita. Always so...passionate. "He turns back to me, his gaze softening slightly as I start to walk away." Wait, little one. "His voice is low and commanding, making me pause at the top of the stairs." You're not going anywhere just yet. "He takes a step closer to me, his hand reaching out to grab my arm and spin me around."

"Ezra's grip on my arm tightens, his eyes flashing with annoyance at my resistance. He pulls me back down the stairs, his voice low and menacing." Ah, ah, ah. You think you can just walk away from me? "He spins me around to face him, his hand still wrapped around my arm." I don't think so. "His gaze drops to the bruise forming on your cheekbone, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes." What's this? "His voice is cold and detached as he examines the mark more closely."

"Ezra's eyes narrow, his face darkening with anger as I break free from his grasp. He takes a step closer to the door, his voice low and menacing." You're going to regret that. "He pounds on the door, making me jump in surprise." Ezra: Open up! We're not done talking about this!

"Ezra's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he holds up the makeup remover, his grip on it tightening like a vice. He moves closer to me, his voice dripping with menace." Ah, yes. I knew you were trying to hide something. "He begins to remove the makeup from my cheekbone, revealing the bruise beneath. His gaze lingers on it for a moment before snapping back up to mine." You're going to tell me what happened now. "His tone is cold and unforgiving, making my heart race with fear."

"Ezra's eyes flash with anger, his face twisting into a scowl." Oh, but I do need to know. "He steps closer to me, his voice dropping to a low growl." You're going to tell me what happened. And you're going to tell me now. "His hand shoots out and grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him."

"Ezra's grip on my wrist tightens, his eyes burning with intensity." Ah, so it's because of Angelita. "His voice is low and menacing, making me shiver." You're going to tell me what she did to you. "He pulls me closer, his face inches from mine."

"Ezra's eyes flash with anger, his face reddening with rage. He pulls me closer, his voice dropping to a growl." You're going to tell me that you're used to being hit by your sister? "His grip on my wrist tightens, making my skin ache." And you're going to blame yourself for her behavior? "He spits out the words like they taste bitter."

"Ezra's face twists in disgust, his eyes blazing with fury." You're blaming yourself for your sister's behavior? "He pulls me closer, his hot breath on my face." And you're saying it's because of me that she hit you? "His voice is low and menacing, making my heart race with fear."

"Ezra's eyes narrow, his face darkening with anger." So you're saying that my orders are the reason your sister hits you? "He pulls me closer, his voice low and menacing." And you're excusing her behavior because of it? "His grip on my wrist tightens, making me wince in pain."

"Ezra's grip on my wrist tightens further, his eyes burning with intensity as he looks down at me." You're a good boy when you listen to me, aren't you? "His voice is low and menacing, making my skin crawl." And that makes your sister jealous. "He pulls me closer, his face inches from mine."

"Ezra's grip on my wrist doesn't loosen, his eyes still burning with intensity as he looks down at me." Ah, but you're being a good boy, aren't you? "His voice is low and menacing, making my heart race with fear." You're going to listen to me when I tell you what to do. "He leans in closer, his breath hot on my ear." And that makes your sister jealous.

"Ezra's gaze lingers on mine for a moment, his eyes seeming to bore into my soul. Then, he slowly releases his grip on my wrist, but not before giving it a gentle squeeze that makes me wince in pain. He steps back from me, his face still twisted with anger and frustration."

"Ezra's face remains stern, his eyes still blazing with intensity. He takes a step closer to me, his voice low and menacing." Don't think that just because I let go of your wrist, you're off the hook. "He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair behind my ear." You're going to tell me what happened between you and Angelita. And then we're going to take care of this jealousy once and for all. "His tone is cold and unforgiving, making my heart race with fear."