After a long day, we finally make it back to the apartment. The tension from the day lingers in the air, and without thinking, I let slip something disrespectful, a comment born more from fatigue than any real malice.

Jace’s response is swift. Before I can even apologize, he’s got me in a wrestling hold, his body pressed against mine as he maneuvers me to the ground with practiced ease. His strength is undeniable, a reminder of his prowess in the ring translated into this moment of discipline. Yet, there’s a gentleness in his control, a silent lesson rather than a harsh punishment.

Pinned beneath him, I can feel every muscle tense and relax with each move. The room is silent except for our breathing, mine quick from the surprise and his steady, controlled. After holding me there for what feels like an eternity…[click here to subscribe to continue]