- karlyle's office

@kit s. ♟ That just makes them perfect for each other, doesn't it? Considering how everyone in this building is sparing the same judgemental glance their way, it seems it would be best if they just connected using their mutual reputation.

Unfortunately, however, the reason they're both heavily disliked by the members of the Gemini House is the same reason they barely meet eye-to-eye. With Karlyle's desire to have total control of his breeders and Kit's instinct to go against his authority, they've been at each other's throats instead of each other's lips. There was time when someone made a comment about how they should resolve their "obvious attraction" for each other by banging out, but hearing such a ridiculoud assumption had only caused Kit to almost bite the alpha manager's head off. Karlyle, personally, found it funny and even made things worse by adding: "He has a hard time using his words, sorry about that. I'm still teaching him how to admit how much he wants me."

Speaking of biting— Karlyle actually has a bandaid wrapped around the thumb that Kit bit into. It's visible when he sets the box down on the desk and runs his hand against its smooth surface. He remembers the day Kit sunk his teeth deep enough to draw blood; remembers the way the alpha's glare darkened as he was demanded to clean up his mess. Karlyle didn't even so much as pull his hand away after the wound opened. What he did, instead, was keep his thumb in Kit's mouth, pry it open further, and press down onto his tongue with an unimpressed stare. " it," he uttered, voice dipping down an octave to emphasize how much he meant it.

As sickening as it may sound, the head omega looks back at it like a fond memory. Perhaps he's gotten bored of breeders that are too afraid of him. Or perhaps Kit is just different from the rest. He's dealt with his fair share of stubborn alphas, after all, so what's with this "special treatment"?

"But you haven't even seen it yet!" He replies, uncharacteristically cheery in tone as he pats the box. "What if there's a ton of cash in here and it's enough to feed your family for ten years, mm? Let's not spoil the surprise, puppy."

Oh, he absolutely adores this banter. He knows how much Kit means every single word that's practically dripping with vile intent. Makes Karlyle want to scratch him under the chin like a dog; makes him want to get bitten all over again.

Lifting the lid of the box, he takes a quick peek inside and finds his eyes sparkling with mirth at the sight laid upon him. It isn't visible to Kit just yet, but it will be once he decides it's finally time to ruin his expectations. "With the number of times you've been called here, Kit, I'd assume you would already have an idea of what I want." He muses, stalking over to where Kit was seated so he can idly pet at his hair. It was either being done in an endearing manner or a condescending one. Whichever it may be, it would piss Kit off anyway— much to Karlyle's amusement. "I want you, alpha. Is that not obvious?"

@karlyle h. ♚ From the moment he opened his eyes, Kit had a sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach -- not entirely unusual, given the current state of affairs. Being sequestered in a breeding house, however self - inflicted, has his hackles raised more often than not; always anticipating something that might not even occur. It's not lost on him that his behavior anywhere else, with anyone else, would have likely landed him kicked out, or put somewhere even worse. He lied to get in, no matter the noble intentions; such things didn't matter here. All that did matter was how much money someone could bring in to the master of the house, and how well they obeyed.

He knows the staff whisper; the betas that that seem surprised every day that he is still in his room, or elsewhere in the house. As if they can't quite believe he hasn't been given the boot just yet for several infractions. Considering the Head of House is a pain in the , cold - hearted sonofa, the alpha can't quite blame them for their shock; the fear on them is evident whenever the omega is around, barking orders and looking over everything with a critical, demanding eye. Staff and breeders alike have been let go for less grievous insubordination, and yet, Kit has bitten the man. His teeth broke skin; blood was in his mouth, nearly as sweet as that damnable scent that is far too pretty for someone so sadistic.

It's why when the order comes, to meet the Head of the House in his office, the dread he had felt building all day finally makes a little more sense; and with it, comes a new displeasing thought. Just what in the seven hells did the damn omega want now? There are a few possibilities, to be sure, and none of them sit particularly well with the alpha.

Kit very nearly ignores the order, but it is with the insistence ( and ) of several betas that he finds himself locked in Lyle's office, sitting by the desk; growing more and more restless with every moment he has to wait. Blunt nails dig into the cushion of the armrests, scratching at the fabric -- getting more prominent when he hears an all too familiar voice. Even before the man steps inside, his scent seeps in first. Slowly, then all at once when the doors close, cutting them off from everyone else.

Immediately, the alpha's eyes sharpen into a dangerous glare, with a set jaw and teeth pressed just a little too tightly together in displeasure. Lyle's good mood, is nearly as terrible as his bad mood, after all; and whatever is in that blasted box is almost assuredly going to be something Kit will not like. " I don't want your gift, " Words spit out like venom, teeth practically bared as he speaks.
Suspicion roused, and on the defense, his gaze flickers from the devilish grin to the box and back again. " And I am not your pet. "

The conversation seeping through the door earlier echoes in his head, setting him even more on edge than he already was. What could possibly take the entire day? None of the answers he can think of bode well for him in the slightest.

" What do you want? "

@kit s. ♟ The moment Karlyle received word that his long-awaited package had arrived, he immediately cancelled his meeting at three o'clock for the mere sake of devoting all his time into using it. Although he knew that the decision would most likely cause some issues with the ones involved, there was still no hesitation in the way he demanded it.

"Did you hear me stutter, Beomseok? I said cancel it," Karlyle would say, not even sparing this poor beta secretary a glance as he frantically tries to catch up with Karlyle's speed-walking. He's already got the package in his arms; a sleek black medium-sized box with something engraved on the front.

"I didn't, sir," Beomseok squeaked back, almost bumping into one of the water dispensers by the hallway, "but I just think we should discuss this a bit first before making any—"

"Sounds to me like you're questioning your boss' decisions." The intoxicating scent of oriental lilies starts to significantly sour as Karlyle delivers his words with nothing but venom. He's starting to believe that he might have been onto something when he considered firing this one last weekend. "So let's pretend I didn't hear that and we'll just do this over again, but correctly this time, yeah?"

When Beomseok doesn't respond, Karlyle grunts and pushes open his office doors with the use of his shoulder, eyes now finally locking with the frightened secretary as he keeps the door open with the use of his back. A thick brow quirks up, thumbs impatiently tapping away at the sides of the box. "What was it that you followed me all this way here for, Beomseok?" He asks with a low voice, acting as though their conversation had only begun this very moment.

Beomseok swallows, glances down, then right back up at Karlyle. "I-I just wanted to confirm if you're cancelling the rest of your schedule today alongside the meeting at three o'clock, sir."

A smirk suddenly stretches across the omega's face, pleasant fragrance of his scent finally returning to display how satisfied he was at the change. "You know me so well, Beomseok." he purrs, taking a step inside his office so the doors can automatically close without him being wedged in between. "Pull the you did earlier again and I might not be so forgiving next time."

Then, finally, the doors shut close with an audible click from the lock, causing Karlyle to sigh heavily before turning around to find what he cancelled all his plans for. His grin from before returns, but this time looking more sinister and sadistic in comparison to earlier. Now the entire office is starting to smell of a garden with nothing but oriental lilies. Geez. The effect this alpha has on him.

"Sorry for the wait, pet," he coos, eyes entirely fixated on Kit seated by his work desk. "I just needed to fetch my gift for you."