Ethan's mind work fast, calculating every possible escape. Liam is arrogant-too confident in his control. That means he'll slip.
Liam returns, a small smirk 😏 on his lips as he sets down a tray of food on the nightstand.
Liam Grayson
*mocking* Still too proud to say please?
Ethan Carter
*expression neutral* I'll starve before I beg you.
Liam Grayson
*soft laugh* Mmm... Such a stubborn little thing.
Liam reaches to adjust Ethan's wrists restraint- just for a second, his focus drifts.
It's the only opening Ethan needs.
With a sharp twist, Ethan yanks Liam forward, throwing his full waight into the move. Liam stumbles, just enough for Ethan to lift his legs and slam his knees into Liam's stomach.
Liam Grayson
*grunts, surprised* Oh... Well, that was unexpected.
Ethan uses the moment to slip his now-loosend wrist free. His muscles scream as he rip the other silk restraint off.
Ethan Carter
*panting, pushing off the bed* Told you- I don't break easy...
He makes it two steps before- a sharp yank.
Liam moves too fast. His hand wraps around Ethan's throat, pushing him back onto the bed with effortless strength. His grip isn't suffocating- just dominant. A warning.
Liam Grayson
*Whispering* tsk... And here I was, being gentle with you.
Ethan glares, chest rising and falling heavily. Liam, amused, leans in closer-eyes darkening with something unreadable.
Liam Grayson
Now, Detective~... How should I punish you?~
Ethan's pulse pounds. He may have lost this round- but he's not done yet.
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