#Chapter10
And it took a while. Lucien took his sweet time pulling himself together. It didn't bother Angel. He had nothing but time. That, and as he watched the kid piece himself together, he watched. Observed. Learned.
/"I didn't have real rules like— like—/" Lucien broke off and started again, but messed up. /"They were there but it didn't matter if I followed them or not because it didn't really matter to him./"
In his eyes, rules were more than just guidelines and expectations. They were the most sacred ritual of power. They were the knots that bound the relationship, offering give and take. It allowed the submissive to take hold of said power by breaking the rules, opening the door of opportunity for the dominant to take it back.
Rules were his favourite part; the thrill of enforcing them was like a sugar high.
