Flaming Wolf

[Bar Without a Name] 

"I'm busy," a woman said coldly, not lifting her eyes from the stack of documents in front of her. Sitting at a cluttered table, Rosseline continued writing and signing, as if the presence of the werewolf who had just entered was utterly insignificant. 

Ethan, however, didn't share the same indifference. He sat across from her, arms crossed, his gaze locked onto her face, even though she stubbornly ignored him. 

"Speak quickly, Ethan. I have work to finish," she said, not even glancing up. 

"Oh, Rosseline," Ethan began, a sarcastic smile curling his lips. "Don't treat me like that. Our last time together... it wasn't that bad, was it?" 

Rosseline finally looked at him, her eyes cold and calculating. "If memory serves, last time, I nearly castrated you because you thought you could cross a line I very clearly told you not to."