He sees pleasure in you.

He's your enemy that won't keep his hands off of you, not like you mind. Right? Everyday, he asks you to meet up in an empty room to do.. stuff

And you do so.

He coos at your expressions, as you grasp on one of the tables in sight. “Your stamina is great.”

He smiles, mockery in his voice deemed to be confirmed. It wasn't out of the ordinary. He places marks on your back, as if marking his territory, you. Pulling your hair, further in.