[ his heart flutters, the rapid, flighty movement of a bird’s wing. he swears, his cheeks burn brighter than they ever have. this was different from last time. very different from last time.

as daan’s works maneuver up the corset, lace and strings pulling inward to cinch around his waist, cloud sucks in a breath — warmth spills over into his abdomen. his waist was already remarkably small, but this somehow accentuated it all the more. ]

Shouldn’t be surprised you’re a real gentleman. [ he says with a bit of bite, nothing hurtful. his hand comes up to curve around daan’s jaw. ] Last time I did this, it was to get intel — had to sneak into a brothel and impress the Don. Real piece of shit.

But,

[ his eyes stray, coy and subtle. ]

Guess I’m in the hands of a real man now. Isn’t so bad after all.