cw: impact play *cough*
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From the tendency his lover had let slip a few times in the past, Lu Yizhou gathered that he had special 'interest' in dominating others. While Lu Yizhou was perfectly willing to hand over the control, his lover hadn't seemed to be ready to take the last step.
That's why when Moshe cut his shirt to shreds, reducing the expensive material into rags clinging to his body, Lu Yizhou blinked, dejavu overcoming him in waves. There was no hesitation in Moshe's movement at all, he was decisive, precise and determined. Anger was blazing within his golden eyes so bright it was like witnessing the eruption of a thousand years old magma, fierce and unstoppable. Within them was also a flash of madness Lu Yizhou had only seen in Jillian when the latter promised hell to his enemy.
