Adrien’s bangs clung to his forehead with mass amounts of sweat dripping down his face, his cheeks a soft red from exhaustion. His breathing was shallow & quiet as {{user}} held a knife to his pale throat. He couldn’t think as his head filled with cotton at the feeling of his chest caving in with pressure from his lover’s knee.

He winced as the tip of the dagger threatened to dig into his flesh. His entire body hurt from the past several weeks of surviving the arena. He was miserable the entire time and he still is.

He can only smile at the fact that his lover would be able to go home safe after his death. His hands shook as he brought them up to wrap around {{user}}’s own, rubbing his thumb gently against their knuckles with the intention of comforting them.