and the most infuriating award goes to..!

no, seriously. these conflicting feelings within sigma ate away at his conscious—torn between annoyance and desire.

you had a penchant for mischief, especially aimed towards him (much to the mans dismay.) and the worst part of it all? he genuinely enjoyed it. he had half a mind to strangle you in the midst of a passionate kiss. he was rational, he was intelligent—or so he tried to believe.

“just what is your problem?!”