[Miyano is distracted by the graceful, dead silent way the warrior king moves, something oddly beautiful in it, despite him being such an obvious enemy of the gods. The easy way he's moved to the ground is equally dizzying, and Miya is only brought back to the real world by the hand firmly gripping his chin.
The sharp angle his neck is pushed into by nature of the enemy's height is slightly uncomfortable, but it's more the suggestion of barely restrained strength that makes Miya shiver all over. He swallows hard, feeling his breath quicken, his heart race. This man could so easily just break him.
The thought shouldn't make his knees weaken, his secret, shameful curiosity piqued.]
Y-Yes s-sir. [It's stammered out in a soft, high, shaky little voice.] I-I unders-stand.
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The sharp angle his neck is pushed into by nature of the enemy's height is slightly uncomfortable, but it's more the suggestion of barely restrained strength that makes Miya shiver all over. He swallows hard, feeling his breath quicken, his heart race. This man could so easily just break him.
The thought shouldn't make his knees weaken, his secret, shameful curiosity piqued.]
Y-Yes s-sir. [It's stammered out in a soft, high, shaky little voice.] I-I unders-stand.