It hadn't even been thirty minutes since Florian last saw Arthur and Charles, yet he was more on edge than ever. He needed more time—time to convince himself that he was okay with using this body to tempt his kidnappers, to lull them into a false sense of security before catching them off guard.
But the more he thought about it, the more he hesitated. One, this wasn't his body—he was merely inhabiting it. Two, he didn't have a concrete plan. His best idea? Seduce them, catch them off guard, maybe stab them, then run.
He needed more time, but he also needed to act fast.
So when Charles and Arthur returned, he was sweating bullets. He quickly forced his expression into something neutral, gripping the fabric of his clothes just to keep his hands from shaking.
"So, little prince. We received a note from our boss," Charles said, arms crossed over his chest.
'They're mentioning their boss again... Who even is this guy? And how much control does he have over them and this kidnapping?'
