Wrathion keeps hold of Anduin, breathing hard as he studies his face. Anduin sounds himself, but he's hardly said much.

He feels trapped by the man's gaze, as if he's gripped him with a new spell. One that leaves him struggling to breathe, dangling over an abyss of darkness.

"How do I know you're in control of yourself?"

A question he doesn't want to ask, but he does. What if he isn't? What if this chained god is using him as a tool?

It wouldn't be the first time.

"You left me."

He went inside that room, alone. Wrathion had no visibility of what happened. Now, he returns, and the first thing he does is kiss him?

It feels too close to his fantasies for him to trust easily.