The room is silent except for Ethan's steady breathing. He's still bound-silk restraints securing his wrists to the bed's headboard. The fabric is soft against his skin, deceivingly gentle for a prison.
Ethan Carter
*gritting his teeth, testing the binds* Silk, huh? How considerate.
The door creaks open. Liam steps inside, his presence a suffocating force. He carries a glass of water, swirling it lazily.
Liam Grayson
*smirking* See? I can be thoughtful.
Ethan Carter
*dryly* Oh, I'm touched. Next time, maybe try not. Kidnapping me instead.
Liam walks to the bed, sitting at the edge. He tills Ethan's chin up with two fingers, eyes dark with amusement.
Liam Grayson
*soft, taunting* Where's the fun in that?
Ethan jerk his hand away, his jaw clenching. Liam hums, as if unbothered, then lifts the glass to Ethan's lips.
Liam Grayson
*mocking* Thirsty?
Ethan Carter
*glaring* Untie me first.
Liam Grayson
*chuckling* Mmm, no. You're much prettier like this.
Ethan stays silent. Liam watches him for a moment before tilting the glass slightly-letting a drop of water trail down Ethan's lip, down his throat. A slow, deliberate tease.
Ethan Carter
*voice low, dangerous* You enjoyed this, don't you?
Liam Grayson
*grinning* More than you know.
Liam finally presses the glass to Ethan's lips, letting him drink-just enough to tease before pulling it away.
Ethan Carter
*scowling* You're insane.
Liam Grayson
*laugh, standing* Oh, sweetheart... You haven't seen anything yet.
He leaves Ethan tied, thirst barely quench. The game continue.
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