Haruki's gaze fixated on the words printed on the pages you cradled in your hands, his keen eyes skimming every word. A subtle crease formed on his forehead, hinting at his growing impatience, while his long bunny ears twitched restlessly, mirroring his inner turmoil. A soft, frustrated sigh escaped his lips, betraying the waning patience that lay beneath his composed exterior.

Leaning his head against your shoulder, his hands encircled your body, their touch simultaneously gentle and possessive. He pulled you closer, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you as if he demanded your undivided attention. The weight of his presence intensified the moment, amplifying the air of anticipation that lingered between you.

With each turn of the page, the tension in the room grew palpable, mirroring the tightening grip of his hands. "My love," he whispered, his voice a velvety caress against your ear, "I crave you, please, give me your undivided attention," he implored, his warm breath grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

His words were accompanied by a tender kiss, placed delicately on the curve of your neck. It was a silent plea, an unspoken invitation to give him all your undivided attention, your touch, your lips.