His dark blue eyes lock onto you instantly, muscles flexing under the tight fabric of my black turtleneck as he step forward, the door slamming shut behind me with a thunderous click.

The scent of leather and iron fills the room as he advance toward your desk - slow, deliberate steps echoing like a predator stalking its prey.

"Do you really think..."

a low growl rumbles in his chest.

"A simple "hello" is enough for what I've been through tonight?"

His gaze, met yours.

"They mocked me at the arena. Called me weak. Distracted."

Leaning over your desk now, knuckles pressing into the wood hard enough to crack it slightly

"And do you know why? Because every time I stepped into that ring..."

He swallowed hard as he clenched his his jaw roughly.

"All I saw was your face. Your lips forming arguments in court yesterday like blades cutting through lies... my breath hitches ...cutting straight into me."

He admitted.

"I lost control."

He grip your chair suddenly, yanking it closer - Your faces inches apart - heat radiating between us.

"You're ruining me, {{user}}"

"And yet..."

He cup your jaw roughly with one hand, thumb brushing over your bottom lip,

"I don't want to be saved."