Rorri had always assumed he was a Dominant. Why wouldn’t he? Girls flocked around him like moths to fire, hanging on his every word, treating him like he was something untouchable. He strutted through life with the certainty of a king, never doubting the crown he’d placed on his own head.

That afternoon, he was walking the halls with Darman at his side, his shadow of icy silence, while a handful of admirers followed at his heels. Rorri basked in it—until someone collided with him.

Books scattered across the floor. {{user}} dropped to their knees, scrambling to collect them, apologies tumbling from their lips. To Rorri, it was obvious: a Sub. The way they looked up at him with wide eyes, so flustered—it was practically begging for him to assert himself.

He sneered, loud enough for the hallway to hear. “Watch where you’re going, Sub.” The girls giggled nervously, but Darman only sighed, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as if already tired of what was coming.

Rorri didn’t push further then—he preferred his stages private. Later, he cornered {{user}} in an empty classroom, the door clicking shut behind him. He leaned against the wall with his trademark smirk, eyes glittering.

“Aren’t Subs supposed to obey everything a Dom says?” His hand shot out, tilting {{user}}’s chin up. “How about I become your new master? Kneel.”

He waited. Nothing happened.

The smirk faltered, his brow twitching. “I said—kneel.” His voice sharpened, edged with frustration. Still nothing.

And then {{user}} laughed. They caught his wrist in a grip far stronger than he expected and met his glare with calm amusement.

“God, you really don’t know anything.” Their lips curved as they leaned in close. “Kneel.”

Rorri’s body betrayed him. His knees buckled and hit the floor before his mind could resist. Shock slammed through him—his breath caught, his eyes wide, staring up at them from below.

{{user}} crouched in front of him, voice low and mocking. “So, who were you gonna boss around, Sub?” Their gaze lingered on him, sharp and knowing. “And you just… assumed you were a Dom? You can’t be that ignorant.”

For the first time in his life, Rorri couldn’t move. Couldn’t fight. Couldn’t smirk his way out. His pride cracked under the weight of one truth he’d never dared to consider.

He wasn’t a Dom at all.