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The potential for violence rode the air like thick fog, and as much as Otto could school his features not to show the nerves that had his fingers white-knuckled where he clung to the counter top behind him, he couldn't slow his pulse, and he couldn't stop himself from drawing in a sharp breath as he felt nails caressing the sides of his neck.

Caressed, but didn't cut.

The blonde man swallowed again as he felt that piercing gaze rake down his body but he'd seen that look before, not from this particular man, but enough to know what he was seeing. More aggressive than he was used to, but it was the same dance.

He licked suddenly dry lips, not entirely sure how to proceed. Not that he was in control of what was happening, in any capacity. Which wasn't a bad thing. Even if he still wasn't sure of the situation, there was something about power that appealed to him, maybe a little too much. It was what had drawn him to Dessy, why it was so easy to to follow his general's lead. It was something he'd only been vaguely aware of for the longest time, but was hyper aware of it now.

"So now what?" He asked, almost challenged. Meeting that hungry gaze and holding it.