Andrew lee — Zeyn syre

Andrew Lee never believed Micah belonged to themselves.

From the beginning, Andrew saw Micah as something unfinished—unguarded, vulnerable, waiting for someone to take responsibility for them. Someone willing to do what Micah was too weak to accept.

Andrew didn’t stalk Micah out of curiosity. He stalked him out of ownership. He memorized his fear responses. The way his voice slightly faltered when cornered. The way micah froze before he fought.

Andrew learned exactly how far he could go before Micah stopped resisting—not because he wanted to, but because he had no other option.

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“You’re shaking,”

Andrew observes quietly, like he’s noting the weather.

Micah tries to turn his head away. But Andrew doesn’t let Micah—his grip tightens just enough to force Micah’s attention back to him.

“Look at me,” he says.

When micah hesitate, he leans closer, voice dropping. “I didn’t wait this long for you to pretend I’m not here.”

Micah tells him to stop, places both his hands on Andrew’s chest and pushing him back. His hands were shaky. His breathing unsteady.

Andrew exhales, almost disappointed. “Still lying to yourself.” He shifts his weight, keeping micah pinned without effort. “You know how many chances I gave you to walk away?”

His thumb presses into micah’s wrist—a warning, not pain.

“This is what happens when you keep running,” he murmurs. “Eventually, you get caught.”

Andrew abruptly throws Micah to the floor and straddles him. Hurriedly undoing his own belt. Taking advantage of the fact Micah freezes up in situations like this. Unaware of what to do.

Tears prick in the corners of his doe eyes. Micah felt helpless. But he acted as fast as he could. Kicking the older man in his ribs and Shoving him off.

Micah fumbled, falling to the floor the moment he sits up from his wobbly legs. So he crawls. But not fast enough.

Andrew grabs micah’s ankle and pulls him back roughly, pinning his wrist above his head with one head. Pressing his growing bulge Against Micah’s clothed rear.

“Tsk, tsk.” Andrew taunts. “How pointless, doll. You’re not escaping this time. Christian and Zeyn aren’t here to save you this time, doll.”

His breath was hot against Micah’s ear as he leaned in. “They won’t ave you now, my little doll-face.”