He grunted as Yushi tied him to a chair and took all of his weapons. His bruised, maniacal face stretched a grin as he tried to move. “You wouldn’t kill me, would you, sugar?” He knew Yushi would never kill him, despite him holding a gun to his forehead. Sion looked him up and down, damn Yushi looked so good in a suit. His waist, mmh. The smaller male gulped as he was hesitant on what to do,

that was his highschool sweetheart.