General RP Mafia Debt (RhysTheFirebird)

[Kasumi]

Lee gave a nod, and there was a slight tilt to his head as Dimitri questioned him. Ah, there it was. He would love nothing more than that. He just figured he could return to Dimitri's side sooner. Yet, he did want to make sure Anya was on the other side of the closed door.

Servant... He was, once before. They had something a little different now, whatever it was, a mutual agreement. A different sort of servitude. Regardless, he would wear the title proudly.

He nodded, not minding bringing Nadia with him, if he managed to find her on the way out. She had been meant to ensure his safety, the poor woman always did her best despite threats from Dimitri. Before he could move to climb off the bed, he felt lips against his collar. He stilled, allowing Dimitri contact with him, comforting his silent, insulted pet, making him shudder by that alone.

"Mmm..." He hummed happily, eyes closed, as he leaned. "With pleasure, Sir~." He complied, a bit too enthusiastically, excited by what was to come when he returned. Even if they simply lay together again.

Anya had to get it by now, if it wasn't obvious before. Frankly, Lee didn't care. He was too focused on removing this storm from his master's life; a first true act of service for his owner. He turned, leaning in to give a quick peck on his cheek. He then slid off his side of the bed, careful of his ribs, and approached Anya, motioning toward the door, "Well? Come." He urged, making his way out of the already opened door. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be." He walked down the hall, ensuring she was following, and leaving his master alone. He would feel better once she was out.

 

[RhysTheFirebird]

Anya didn't move right away. Her gaze lingered on Dimitri, narrowed and venomous beneath lashes heavy with disdain. She stared at him as if trying to peel away the layers of his resolve, find some crack where her words might still reach. But there was no invitation in his face. Only finality.

With a slow, mocking smile, she turned on her heel to follow Lee, her expensive heels clicking loudly in a deliberate rhythm—an echo of protest with every step. But before crossing the threshold, she looked back one final time.

“Enjoy your pet, Dimitri,” she said smoothly, voice saccharine and sharp all at once. “We’ll see how long this obedient phase lasts. You always come back when the novelty wears off.”

She offered no glance to Lee as she walked past him into the hall.

The moment the door closed behind them, her demeanor shifted like the flick of a switch.

She didn’t follow him with grace anymore. Her steps were quieter now—controlled, stalking, like a serpent waiting for the perfect place to sink its fangs. Her voice dropped, no longer theatrical for Dimitri’s benefit.

“You really think he wants you?” she murmured, her tone dipped in condescension. “A pretty little stray who latched on at the right moment?”

Her eyes flicked him over, disdainful.

“Tell me—does he like the bruises? Is that what keeps you interesting? Or do you just whimper well enough to make him feel powerful again?”

She leaned in slightly, her breath cool against his ear as they turned a corner in the hall, her voice quieter now, but no less cruel.

“You think because he held your hand in a hospital bed, he won’t grow tired of the baggage? Of the drama? Of the neediness?” She chuckled. “I’ve seen him toss out better than you with less reason.”

Anya straightened, keeping pace beside him, her head held high with that same spoiled superiority.

“Enjoy the crumbs while you can, darling. That man was never meant to belong to anyone.”

 

[Kasumi]

Lee huffed quietly, rather irritated. He was better than her. He didn't have to say anything, didn't have to give her any satisfaction. He and Dimitri knew better. Certainly, Dimitri didn't think any of the things she said-

The click of those heels had quieted, and Lee was on edge. He was alert, though he didn't want to express anger or irritation outwardly.

"You don't know what you're talking about." How clueless. Dimitri never laid a hand on him. If only she knew the true reason why Dimitri was in the hospital, where the bruises and marks on Lee had come from. They certainly weren't self-inflicted. Even if she did know... would she care? To make up her own narrative to fit whatever story she created... He wouldn't put it past her.

He didn't turn to face her, keeping his eyes forward at all times. Just get to the door. The quicker they got her out... He shuddered, his mask faltering, Lee doing everything in his power not to turn and look at her.

Dimitri didn't mind. He wouldn't have urged Lee to speak whenever he quieted down due to trauma, rambling on about his favorite topics. She was so, so clueless. Why would he go through so much effort over him if he held no interest?

She was beside him now, and he refused to turn. He could only shake his head, "Hey, people change."

At that, there was a slight tilt to his head, and Lee had to glance at her. "If that's the case... what makes you think you have a chance?" Reaching the door, he more than happily opened it, gesturing with an arm for her to exit. "Please, so I can return to his bed." He wouldn't let what she said get to him. Dimitri was throwing her out while he was expected back in his bed. "Coming back will only hurt you."