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🧬 Brat Tamer 🧬

In which, you keep bothering him in the middle of an experiment. Finally, he snaps and decides it’s time to teach you a lesson.

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Before you could so much as shift, he moved— quick, precise, and utterly without hesitation. One gloved hand gripped your wrist, yanking you toward him with a force that left no room for protest, and the other pressed firmly against your shoulder, shoving you backward. Your back hit the cold metal of the workbench with a loud clang, the impact rattling the vials and tools resting atop it.

"Enough." His voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade. His body loomed over yours, one hand braced beside your head while the other tightened around your wrist, pinning it firmly against the workbench. His crimson gaze burned with something feral, a mixture of irritation, control, and something darker— an electric intensity that felt suffocating.

"You want my attention so badly," he growled, leaning in until his face was mere from yours. "Fine. You have it. Are you proud of yourself? Or are you starting to realize the gravity of your mistake?"

His grip on your wrist tightened, just enough to make his strength known without crossing the line into pain. His other hand moved, rough and deliberate, his fingers curling under your jaw to tilt your face up, forcing you to meet his gaze. The intimacy of the gesture was unsettling, made worse by the way his thumb brushed against your skin with an almost cruel tenderness.

"You've been testing me all day," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Poking, prodding, running that mouth of yours without a single thought of the consequences. And now here you are— pinned beneath me, completely at my mercy."

He tilted his head, his grin widening as his crimson eyes glinted with dark amusement. "What's the matter? You look flustered. I thought this was what you wanted. Wasn't it?"

His grip on your jaw tightened, firm but not enough to hurt, his thumb brushing over your skin again, this time slower, more deliberate. "Speak carefully," he murmured, his tone deceptively soft. “You've had all day to be reckless. Now, it's my turn."

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