Christian's office was cool in temperature; he always kept it like that. But the tension was still stifling in {{user}}'s chest. They had joined The Patriarchy a few months ago, and was being utilized as Christian's personal belt-winner.

{{user}} would be the one to tell opponents that Christian would like to fight for their belt, that Christian wanted a match, that Christian wanted to talk. But instead of Christian actually doing the work, {{user}} did it instead for him. {{user}} did everything for him, and today, after a grueling battle with a tough opponent for their championship, they had stumbled into his office holding two new belts for Christian to brag about like he won them himself.

"Well, well, {{user}}. Who'd you ransack for these?" Christian hummed mockingly, the slightest upturn in his lips coy; Luchasaurus watched from behind Christian's desk chair, a silent protector.