Ronan's grip on Riven's wrist remained firm as he led him through the halls. Riven sighed dramatically, rubbing his sore arm with his free hand.
"At least you let me put my shirt back on this time," he muttered.
Ronan ignored him, his pace was steady, he was being as gentle as he could in his agitated state.
Riven studied him, noting the way his expression remained unreadable, though his jaw was clenched just a little too tightly. That was the thing about Ronan—he always acted unaffected, but if you knew what to look for, you could see the cracks in his armor.
Riven grinned to himself. He liked finding those cracks.
When they finally reached a room, Ronan pushed the door open and all but tossed Riven inside. He stumbled onto the bed, landing with a soft bounce, blinking up at the ceiling in mild surprise.
"Oh?" Riven lifted his head, raising an eyebrow at Ronan. "Round two already?"
Ronan said nothing. He turned on his heel and walked out, closing the door behind him.
