"Sir--! You are too close…! Sir Roderick!"
Jian Yu's shoulder was tense and trembling all at once as he attempted to escape Zeke. He couldn't take it. The smell emitted from the jade-eyed Roderick was compelling and mind-blowing to the point it was forceful and unbearable for him.
It was sweet and chocolatey with a hint of cinnamon at first, but now he felt like he had been involuntarily shoved head first into a bag full of it.
It stuck and clogged up his respiratory system. His mouth watered slightly and swallowing became travailing but he had to force himself to do it if he didn't want to choke on his own saliva.
"Wait, wait--! Sir! Hold up, wait--!"
Jian Yu struggled and continued to tug his wrist weakly from Zeke's tight grip. He shifted and squirmed, stammering out feeble protests in between and trying to create a distance between them.
