Sebastian settled back into the chair, the earlier tension already fading from his body as Dylan stepped forward, closing the distance between himself and the "gift" that had been prepared for him.
This hadn't been something thrown together overnight.
Sebastian had spent days planning it, figuring out how to move a living person against his will from one country to another without raising suspicion. It had taken careful coordination, a few questionable connections, and more than one shady deal, but in the end, he had made it happen.
Now, all that was left was to watch.
He leaned back, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed intently on Dylan as if he were watching a film unfold before him.
Dylan, on the other hand, was far from composed.
His mind was in chaos.
Never, not even in his wildest thoughts, had he imagined he would stand face to face with his abuser again like this. Not like this. Not with the power reversed.
His throat tightened as he swallowed hard.
