Malakai Tunulam. The crown prince and rightful heir to the hiphisea throne. Pathetic, seeing a grown man come to his ruin over a girl.

"Why do you insist to be so difficult?!" He sighs, his hands slightly trembling from anger and something else, something undeciphered. "I will get on my knees if I have to." His voice hoarse and low. "That would bring you pleasure, wouldn't it?—" His gaze is unwavering as he stands over you, the cold breeze of the night blowing through his hair gently.

"Reducing me to a begging man, on my knees." The sensation of his fingers hooking beneath your chin reminding you of the current situation.