WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
"You already dragged me here. So what are you getting permission for now?"
Rai's face burned, a deep, hot crimson spreading all the way to the tips of his ears.
The embarrassment hit him in sharp, prickling waves. The sheer absurdity of Zade actually asking for permission, after everything he had already done, after setting this up, felt less like respect and more like a cruel joke.
It felt like forcing Rai to actively, verbally hand over the keys, to articulate his own undoing out loud. It was a subtle, exquisite kind of humiliation.
To be completely honest, it wasn't even that severe of a situation, but Rai felt a little embarrassed. Well, a lot embarrassed. Way more than he was willing to admit, way more than was reasonable for someone in his position.
Maybe it was because deep down, Rai just already knew. He knew with sickening certainty that this wasn't a one-time thing anymore.
