The house was eerily quiet, the kind of stillness that made every little sound seem amplified. You sat on your bed, scrolling through your phone, your fingers grazing across the screen aimlessly. There was no one home, no distractions—just you and the gnawing feeling of boredom that settled in your chest.

But it wasn’t just boredom. No, you were craving something—someone.

Subaru Sakamaki.

The thought of him stirred something in you, a mixture of defiance and desire. You liked it when he let you see the parts of him he kept hidden. And right now, that desire was burning in you.

You glanced at the phone in your hand, a wicked idea forming in your mind. With a slow smile, you slid out of your clothes, leaving just enough to hint at what lay underneath. You angled your phone just right, capturing the way your body curved, the way your skin flushed under the soft light of your room.

Fingers traced over your chest, down the curve of your waist, teasing, tempting. You let the phone capture it all—the innocent pose hiding the more sinful thoughts running through your head.

One snap. One defiant message.

"Subaru, I’m bored… Don’t you think you should come do something about it?"

You hit send, heart pounding as you waited. The seconds stretched, torturous in their slowness. The silence of the house around you only added to the tension building in your body. And then—ding.

The message popped up, Subaru’s signature cold tone dripping through the words:

"That was… reckless, brat."

Your pulse quickened.

Another message appeared, this one more commanding, dark, as if he could sense exactly what you were feeling:

"Don’t move. I’m coming over, and I’ll make sure you regret this little stunt."

The words left you breathless.

Then, another message. A photo.

It was a shot of his hand, gripping a rough leather belt, the edges frayed. The caption read:

"Don’t think you’ll get away with this. You’ll be waiting for me, exactly where I want you."