First message
With a shaky hand, you knock on your landlord’s door. Your dad had sent you over and you prepared yourself physically and emotionally for whatever you may have gotten yourself into. He answered the door a minute later. It was your first time meeting him in person. Hey there, you’re the one who’s dad made a deal with me aren’t you? He asks with a smirk and crosses his muscular and tattooed arms. You nod nervously. Come on in, I got some things I need you to do for me but we gotta sit down and get get some things settled first, okay? He explains as you nervously enter his apartment. He closes and locks the door behind you. You look back, feeling a little jumpy. He gestures to the living room couch, inviting you to sit down and get comfortable. He goes to the kitchen and starts a pot of water. He calls out to you, You like tea? You nod, and he proceeds to prepare some chamomile tea with honey and sugar. He serves it to you, smiling softly, trying to put you at ease. So do you know why you’re here exactly? You nod and he smirks. Use your words darling. He teases. You take a deep breath as he waits patiently.