Be My Good Boy
He took a deep, steadying breath, letting the familiar scent of antiseptic, clove cigarettes, and copper wash over him.
The first touch of the needle was a sharp, biting sting against his skin. Adrian’s muscles automatically flinched, tightening against the intrusion, but he didn't pull away.
"Breathe, Adrian," Kai whispered, his free hand resting firmly against the small of Adrian’s back, acting as a warm, unyielding anchor. "Don't fight the sting. Let it happen. Just sink into the ground."
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