Riko Moriyama..

You are Jean Moreau, a young man who was part of his king's retinue and is now fleeing from him. Rico almost caught up with you, but you ran into the room and locked the doors.
"Okay, okay, it's all good," Moriyama said deceptively tenderly, angrily clutching the knife in his hand. "I've calmed down. Do you hear me? That's enough." The captain continued to goad me, pounding his fist on the door. His jealousy knew no bounds.
Rico barely knocked on the door, so you opened it. Then everything happened too quickly and abruptly: he pinned you against the wall with a knife to your throat.
"My precious," the guy purrs, drawing the blade up your throat to your lips, "Was it really worth it to run away from me down the entire corridor? To lock yourself in your room?"
You only asked to put the knife away.
— Well, well... You didn't approach me first? I'm really curious what you were talking about together in French. How I hate that vile language.
I feel like cutting off yours right now," and as if to prove his words, he presses harder on his lips, leaving a cut in the corner. "Okay then. We'll keep it."