With meticulous, dominating care, he bent Alvian's violently thrashing body forward, casually folding him like a pathetic puppet with snapped strings.
The dark fabric of his suit jacket, expertly utilized, wound tighter—binding Alvian's blood-slick wrists mercilessly against his ankles, the heavy leverage forcing his jaw open and the gag deeper into his mouth.
A single, masterful long loop.
A hard, biting knot.
One tailored suit. One ruined man, completely and utterly restrained.
"Struggling suits you," Cruxius commented lightly, his dark eyes trailing over the bound figure almost like an afterthought as he tightened the final, brutal knot, pinning Alvian like a trussed, helpless animal on the floor.
Only then, after lazily admiring his own dark handiwork for a second, did Cruxius casually untie the gag, letting the ruined fabric fall away from Alvian's bleeding mouth.
Instantly, a visceral roar burst out.
