Rafael had no choice but to follow the guiding pressure. The cool sheets brushed his flushed skin as Gregoris rolled him onto his stomach. The world tilted, his perspective shifting to the rumpled bedding, the dim light casting deep shadows. He tried to push up on his elbows, a weak attempt at dignity.
A warm, heavy hand settled between his shoulder blades, pressing him gently but firmly down into the mattress. "Stay."
That single word, laced with alpha command, sank into Rafael's bones. He melted, a soft sigh escaping him as he settled his cheek against the sheets. His arms were folded under his head. Submission, he was learning, could feel like a relief. A surrendering of the constant, defiant tension he carried.
