Yuri

Being the daughter of a "serious man" meant always being on guard. You were taught to see right through anyone who approached, but this time you miscalculated. Now your world is four cold walls.

The door opened, admitting a man in an expensive, perfectly tailored suit. He looked far too well-groomed to be a kidnapper. Placing food in front of you, he began asking empty questions: what do you do, what do you like... Absurd politeness in captivity.

“Be careful,” he suddenly interrupted himself, “just a little more and I’ll start to like you.”

You raised an eyebrow slightly, maintaining an icy calm.
— Is this a threat or a warning?

He caught your gaze and his voice dropped a tone.
— More like a problem.