Suga whose body was not covered by even a single piece of cloth with the man enveloped him from behind, creating an invisible cage that barred any peaceful escape.
Even if Suga wished to run, his efforts would be futile. With his body in this state, attempting to escape was impossible. Having learned from past mistakes, Suga knew the physical strength of this auburn-haired man, an alpha prime, far surpassed his own. Escape could only happen if the man allowed it.
"Your fingers... pull them out."
"Huh?"
"I don't want this anymore... I'm tired... Zion, I'm being serious."
Suga turned his head, shifted his gaze to the man standing behind him. Unconsciously, he wore a pleading expression— forehead slightly furrowed, eyes watering, and his hoarse voice adding a sense of urgency. Zion's eyes widened, seemingly taken aback by this unexpected display.
"Ah ...."
