Physical

Flel slid down the wall as she closed the door behind the final guests, her energy finally running out and her legs no longer able to support her weight. She was really not a people person. She could play the part, and play it well, but it was really an enormous strain on her, and she would have much rathe spent the day alone with her thoughts. But a job was a job, and she was willing and able to do whatever it took to get it done. She was just exhausted afterwards.

She could see Nero walking over to her, his face as calm and flat as ever. "Tired?" he asked her, squatting down in front of her. She nodded and went to speak, but suddenly his hand was against her stomach, making her gasp in surprise and reach out to grab his arm. His skin was frigid, and his muscle under the skin was more solid than it had ever been before. She knew he was strong, but this was... There was something different about him in this moment. She looked him in the eyes, which looked back at her as cool as ever. But when he opened his mouth, the words that slipped out were cold with malice. "Let's chat for a moment."

"Wh-what are you doing?" she managed out, trying to push his hand away. She had eaten too much during the party, and already felt sick - if he applied much more pressure, that food wouldn't be in her stomach for long. But his strength was something beyond what she had ever experienced before. This was beyond what he appeared. This was almost inhuman. What was happening? And why?

"I'm tired of you treating me like a child."

"Ch-child?" She was running the situation through her brain, trying to understand what was happening. She had been trying to help. To take control of things so that he wouldn't have to. She had read his file. She knew what kind of man he was. Or at least, she though she did. Now she wasn't so sure. The file had made it clear he was dangerous and unstable, but this...

"You are going to stop looking down on me. You are going to stop pretending like you know what is best. You are going to stop acting like you have to lead me in every action, or you will be lucky if the only thing I make you do is vomit."

Her mind was racing. She had seen a lot in her time, been subject to many things, but this was terrifying. "O-only?"

"I will make you vomit. I will make you cry for mercy. I will make you hurt. I will make you bleed. And I will make you regret every decision you have ever made that lead you to cross my path. Do I make myself clear?"

She nodded. She didn't trust her voice. And then, as suddenly as it was there, his hand was gone and he was standing up, watching over her, his eyes as calm as ever.