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Jade felt like slapping all of these kids around some. All of them had this particular fickle, doomscrolling zoomer attitude about them that he, as both a millennial and a policeman, was inherently annoyed by. The Inspector had, in his cool and steady monotone that Jade was fast becoming familiar with (maybe even enchanted by), forbidden him from using the microphone after he had intervened with Jay’s interrogation.
And heavens curse him, Jade felt his inner Submissive immediately yielding to the commands. Felt his knees wobble and a familiar warm fog trying to descend over his brain.
Whether on purpose or not, Kamin was broadcasting his Dominant presence so strongly that anyone with a designation or who had any knowledge of designations at all could see it from the way he breathed and carried himself. Jade tried to tell himself that the energy was what he had been frozen by when they first met by the side of the road, when that window had rolled down and the most beautiful specimen of a man he had ever seen had met eyes with him.
Nevermind the fact that those lips were like something out of a porn he had just watched. Or the way those calculating, dark eyes seemed deep like an ocean trench, full of nature’s terrifying, wonderful secrets.
Jade really needed to do something about this itch. He hadn’t gone under in a few weeks after all. That must be why he was bratting every time Kamin was around.
“Can I go now?”
Jade shook his head to clear it as the MP’s son spoke and stood up to leave.
“Talk to my lawyer.”
“No.”
Both Champ and Jade froze. They weren’t even in the same room but Jade could feel the pressure exerted just looking at the live feed.
“Sit down,” Kamin ordered.
There seemed to be no particular inflection or tone to his voice, his expression was flat and unchanged as he gazed up at the punk. The command, the demand, however, was clear in the delivery and his stare. Kamin was someone who was used to being in control and as such, considered obedience from those around him self-evident.
“You’re one of the suspects,” the Inspector continued, his gaze suddenly sharpening. Zeroing in on the boy like a viewfinder looking to send down an orbital strike. “Sit. Down.”
Finally, even a punk like Champ sensed that it was best to comply and sat his ass back down. Jade had the fleeting, extremely embarrassing thought that had he himself not been sitting down, he would have done it so fast.