Riven's heart was still racing after Azerin left him pinned against that wall.
His chest felt tight, making it hard for him to breathe. His thoughts were scattered and were all over the place.
He wanted to ask, did Azerin enjoy making him feel like that?
Did he like watching him fall apart without even touching him?
His knees gave out, the wall cold against his back as he slid down to the floor. He pressed his hand over his chest, trying to steady the wild thumping there, but it only got only worse. His whole body burned with confusion and anger.
What was that he wanted from me?
The question echoed in his head until the sound of footsteps pulled him out of it. He looked up, still breathless, as Azerin walked back toward him in his calm and composed manner with a small first aid box in his hand like nothing had just happened.
Riven blinked, his voice caught somewhere between disbelief and frustration. "What… now you want to play doctor with me?"
