Don't You Trust Me?
In this world, not a lot of things pissed Cruden off. Sure, he got annoyed, but that was dealt with easily. Murder. Torture. Punishments. Anything that irked him, he removed from this world. It was all due time.
In his entire life, there were only three things that have angered Cruden to this extent. The first time he was introduced to Roselia. The time his mother died. And the third? His wife asking for a divorce.
The atmosphere was charged with a tension so thick, that it choked everyone present. His people shifted uncomfortably, their apprehension growing with each passing second.
"I believe there's been some misunderstanding." Cruden's voice was as steady as his composure. Straight lines. Crisp attire. His underlying rage was a warning that electrified the air.