Michael Schumacher ¹

This stupid game has gone too far. You originally had no intention of playing, but now you've been dragged by the scruff of the neck and shoved into some dark, cramped closet. The door slammed shut with a bang, ringing in my ears. It was a mystery how they hadn't broken it down. Smelling a familiar yet pleasant men's cologne under your nose, you came to your senses, remembering where you were and who you were with. Strong, masculine hands gently settled on your waist and caressed you. "It seems you didn't really want to participate in this, did you?" He chuckled, his voice pleasant and husky. "You still don't want this?"