"You fucked and marked me like a monster!"
Gregoris said nothing but let his gaze slide slowly over Rafael, the fresh bandage, the bruising along his collarbone, and the stubborn fire still simmering under the exhaustion. His mouth curved in a very pleased grin.
"Yes," he said simply. "You wore that coat and walked into a gala with no underwear."
Rafael's brain stalled. "That is not…"
"It is exactly that," Gregoris replied smoothly, his tone infuriatingly reasonable. "You challenged me."
Rafael went red in a way that had nothing to do with rage.
Gregoris leaned back slightly, coffee cradled in one hand, like they were discussing a mildly amusing administrative mishap rather than the complete destruction of Rafael's dignity.
"You looked at me," he continued calmly, "completely aware of what that would do. You stood there and smiled like you were immune to the outcome. And I assure you, Rafael, I am very… responsive."
