He hadn't been expecting that. So far, everything Sephiroth had done was personal, intensely so. He'd never imagined the man would bother going beyond that.
Sitting up suddenly, Mello ignored the pain that the abrupt motion caused, lifting his chin so he could get as close to eye-level as possible, jaw tense.
"You can't," he growled coldly. He'd been very careful of that, at least. He'd refused to say where he lived or with whom-- unless Sephiroth had found out. Did he dare to bluff?
He had to. He had to bank on the fact his close connections were generally kept a secret, on the fact they often moved houses and there should be nothing tying him with outward evidence to any one place or person intimately.
no subject
He hadn't been expecting that. So far, everything Sephiroth had done was personal, intensely so. He'd never imagined the man would bother going beyond that.
Sitting up suddenly, Mello ignored the pain that the abrupt motion caused, lifting his chin so he could get as close to eye-level as possible, jaw tense.
"You can't," he growled coldly. He'd been very careful of that, at least. He'd refused to say where he lived or with whom-- unless Sephiroth had found out. Did he dare to bluff?
He had to. He had to bank on the fact his close connections were generally kept a secret, on the fact they often moved houses and there should be nothing tying him with outward evidence to any one place or person intimately.