Obsessive Devotion

In the dimly lit classroom, the air heavy with unspoken tension, Cain found himself kneeling before Valir, his heart pounding in his chest. Valir's cold gaze pierced down through Cain's facade, sending shivers down his spine. Cain's breath caught in his throat as Valir's hand rested on his head, a gesture that was more than degrading, yet Cain felt high on it.

Cain's eyes were crazed as he looked up at him.

"You'll do anything for me?" Valir's voice cut through the silence like a knife, his tone as icy as his stare.

Cain's mind raced, his obsession with Valir pushing him to the edge of reason. With a mixture of fear and longing, he looked up at Valir, his eyes pleading for approval. He nuzzled his cheek against the other's palm, rubbing against him.

"Anything," Cain whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. "I'd do anything for you, Valir."