Cecil had spent months carefully building a world in which he was the hunter and Frederik was the prize to be won through patience and strategy. He had built his entire approach on the idea of being in control, making advances, and pushing boundaries.
Now Frederik had casually dismantled that entire structure with a single sentence and a ring in a coat pocket.
Cecil's expression remained carefully neutral, but something dangerous flickered in his eyes. He shifted his weight, pressing more firmly against Frederik's body beneath him. The movement was on purpose to remind Frederik of how real their situation was, with Cecil's body pinning him to the bed.
"Impossible," Cecil repeated softly, his voice dropping to a lower register that vibrated through Frederik's chest. "I don't think you understand what that word means when applied to me."
Frederik's hands moved from their relaxed position to rest on Cecil's hips, fingers raising to Cecil's stomach. "Enlighten me."
