Herbalists' Cache lady of the hour [m]

The more he had time to step away from the female, the more Marcus was able to begin to think clearly again. He was an asshole to leave her in the first place, no matter how much it suited him in his sport. He was sure she would rather have him whimper for her and grovel like a petulant man, but he would not. That didn't mean he couldn't apologize.

"I didn't consider what you wanted." Marcus observed calmly, practicing introspection as he was unsure where the sudden aggression stemmed from. Was it a lack of control in his life that left him craving this? The cuck didn't consider anyone but himself in the past months. 

"I am sorry." It was all he could think to say. The man still stood at the ready, banner held erect in dominance as his testosterone continued to rage. He felt powerful, but was ashamed of it.