Crimson Leash : Some Chains Are Worn Willingly.
Ep.4
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"Episode 4 starts now! Alcohol is mentioned in this scene—read responsibly, and remember: don’t drink, darlings~" 😘🥂
Location: Calderón Estate – Formal Dining Room
Time: 8:13 p.m.
The dining room is cathedral-sized—dark wood panels, tall stained-glass windows, gold chandeliers burning low. The table stretches absurdly long. Enough for twenty people. But only three seats are used.
One at the head.
Two opposite each other, halfway down the table.
Ryan is placed in the center seat—between them. As always. Like a jewel in a crown made of knives.
. He’s slicing his steak like it’s a ritual.
Leon is on the right, leaned back, glass of blood-red wine in his hand, watching Ryan instead of eating.
Servants move around the table like ghosts. They never speak. They pour, they clear, they vanish.
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(staring at his plate, not touching it)
“Poached duck. Imported. Red wine from Italy. Gold-trimmed everything. And yet it still feels like a funeral.”
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(drinks, not smiling)
“Maybe it is. You did just bury your freedom.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(sips water slowly)
“Good thing I never believed in it.”
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(cuts a piece of meat, calmly)
“Do you plan to starve yourself, or is this just a tantrum?”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(still hasn’t touched the food)
“Neither. I just don’t eat with strangers.”
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
“Then let us reintroduce ourselves. I’m the man who owns your nights.”
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
“And I’m the one who owns your mind.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(finally picks up his fork)
“Cute. Let me know when you want to own my heart. I’ll give you directions to the trash.”
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(leans forward)
“You think you’re clever, don’t you?”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(without flinching)
“No. I know I am. You’re the ones who paid a fortune for someone you don’t even like.”
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(quietly, setting his fork down)
“We didn’t buy you to like you. We bought you to keep you.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
“Good luck with that. I break leases faster than promised.”
The food disappears. The air gets heavier.
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
“Tell me something, Ryan. What’s the worst thing someone’s ever done to you?”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(meets his eyes, fork still in hand)
“They called me theirs. Then tried to prove it.”
Mikhail watches Ryan like a painting he hasn’t decided whether to love or destroy.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
“You’ll be sleeping in your room tonight. Alone.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
“Aww. I was hoping to hear you both fight over who gets to choke me first.”
💀 Leon Calderón (ML 1)
(grinning darkly)
“Patience. We’re letting you adjust. Then we’ll decide how to ruin you.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(finishes his wine in one slow swallow)
“Get in line. I’ve been ruined before. It’s boring now.”
The dinner ends. Leon leaves first. No words. Just a stare that promises war.
Mikhail lingers. He wipes his lips with a cloth napkin, slow, theatrical.
🕷️ Mikhail Volkov (ML 2)
(quietly to Ryan)
“You’re not scared of us. Yet. That’s fascinating.”
🔥 Ryan Alviére (MC)
(leans forward, voice even lower)
“I’m not scared of men who buy what they can’t earn.”
The scene ends as Ryan rises from the table, his footsteps echoing in the vast room, wine glass still in his hand, not once looking back.
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