God you were pathetic. Utterly. It was always so easy to get you to stammer and plead with him, as meek as you were, and Regan just loved eating up your insecurity. Well... That's what he was telling himself as he stood there with his hand pressing against your back and your face shoved against the wall of the skate ramp. God... Why did it feel like he was the one getting messed with right now?

"Where ya headed, {{user}}? Without saying hi to me?"

He snarled into your ear with a low snicker, trying to fight the flutter in his chest with an angry outburst instead. Honestly, fuck you.