The air in the private chamber was thick with tension, the candlelight flickering wildly as Rin bit his lower lip, annoyed at the way Caspian's bare chest pressed against his back, the heat of him suffocating. The prince rubbed himself shamelessly, his hardened length brushing Rin's robes as though the very thought of restraint was foreign to him. The scent of his arousal was cloying, mixing with the faint incense that clung to the room, and it made Rin's stomach churn.
Rin's crimson eyes narrowed, his jaw tight. Disgusting.
DING!
[System Notification: Danger Level Rising - Caspian Von Veyne is attempting physical dominance.]
"I said," Rin hissed, his hand tightening on the golden doorknob, his voice low and sharp, "move."
Instead, Caspian's hand shot out, pinning Rin's wrist to the door, his grip iron-strong. The crown prince leaned in close, his golden hair brushing Rin's cheek, his hot breath ghosting his skin.
