Anson unexpectedly did not resist. He followed his movements so that both knees were placed firmly on the floor.
Selwynn's feet were pressed against both thighs, and he hooked his finger on his collar to drag him forward. Anson was like a doll that could be manipulated at will, and his lack of movement made him unconsciously release some of his tension.
He hooked his lips into a smile and said to Anosn coldly, "Since I've lost the bet, I'll accept one request from you no matter what it is. But keep in mind, Anson. You only get one chance, so it's best to choose carefully."
Selwynn gazed into the other party's dominant predatory vision bright in the darkness like the pupils of a black panther's eyes, the madness of repressed yet frantic intent. "I know."