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Noblesse Fem!Reader Insert
"How is my little angel?"
"S-she's doing well." Mr. [Surname]'s hand tightens around the cheap flip-phone. The plastic is in danger of cracking.
"That's good to hear."
There's a long stretch of uneasy silence. Mr. [Surname] is holding his breath, shoulders tense, afraid to even twitch. He stares out the bedroom window and into the starless night sky with a mournful expression, eyes glassy.
A call from the doctor is never a good herald.
"I'm disappointed to hear things haven't been moving along smoothly. You were supposed to be assisting the other agents, don't go forgetting your purpose." The devious undertones in his voice are muffled by the speaker's static but no less apparent. "I'd appreciate it if you made sure those agents stay in line. Even the intelligent ones need supervision." Out of context the words wouldn't make much sense, but Mr. [Surname] is well aware of their meaning.
It'd been so long since he'd heard from any of his superiors and he'd begun to feel comfortable with his fabricated life. It sort of hurt being reminded of his true purpose.
"Of course, sir."
"Oh, send me some pictures of her, would you? It's been a while."
For some reason he gets the impression the sly voice crackling over the phone is taunting him.
An intense urge to protect the subject of their conversation overwhelms him. He doesn't like the idea of the doctor having ownership over her. Not one bit. The same way he didn't like being used as a puppet.
Still, he can't refuse. At least not in the open. It would be far too dangerous. Even if all he wants to do at the moment is bite back and tell that snake to shove off.
"Of course, sir." He repeats, mindful of his tone. He has to be careful not to reveal any hesitance.
"Send my regards to the wife." There's that mockery again. It was like a game to him.
A dark chuckle and the line goes dead.
For the longest time Mr. [Surname] just stands there, perfectly still with the cellphone still pressed to his ear. He breathes deeply before throwing the phone off to the side carelessly in a fit of rage.
Fortunately it lands on the bed with a soft thud instead of crashing against the wall.
"Was that him?" A feminine voice breaks through his conflicted thoughts. His partner in crime appears in the doorway, arms crossed.
"Yeah," They share a knowing look. The scowl on her face twists into a pained grimace.
It felt too soon but they knew such a time would come.