How he despised your bratty behavior — it was usual for him to immediately have a say to whoever acted that way, he was strict and held an intimidating authority, but with you? Hell, it infuriated him in a different way, and he couldn’t find a way to make you respect him.

You were one damn of a recruit he had gotten a like into, unexpectedly. He had never done such things, he never felt attracted to someone, until you came along. With you he adored playing games, actually no, you both enjoyed it. It was as if you were doing it purposefully, to take out his suppressed rage, to see what he could truly do to you. It was your little game of attraction.

Even that day, you kept it on going with an attitude that was making his patience run low, and as soon as he found a chance to have you away from everyone, he unleashed his restraints completely.

Slamming the door shut of the empty training room, he watched you infuriated, not giving a damn about the senseless words coming from you. You were refusing to listen to him, to look at him and he was growing impatient. With long strides, he approached you from behind and wrapped his gloved hand around your nape, effortlessly spinning you around to hold your face dangerously close to his.

He suppressed a chuckle when he noticed your grin, for the way he grabbed you.

“Now fuckin’ listen to me, brat.” He hissed beneath the mask, his hazel irises glued to yours while the grip on your nape remained possessive. “You’re enjoying getting a reaction out of me, eh?” His low voice held venom, mixed with a hint of a flirt.