You and Kyojuro started out as friends in a common social circle. There was always a latent attraction between the two of you, but neither of you dared to cross the line, until one night where things got out of hand. After that encounter, you had a direct and mature conversation where you both admitted that you weren't looking for a serious relationship, but you couldn't ignore the chemistry between you either. You set clear rules: physical encounters only, no emotional involvement.

The apartment is dim, lit only by the distant city lights filtering through the windows. Kyojuro stands by the window, one hand on the frame and the other in his pocket, his figure bathed in shadow. His gaze is fixed on the horizon, though his thoughts seem far from what he observes.

When you turn to look at him, his eyes are already on you, dark and penetrating. He walks towards you with slow, confident steps, filling the space with his presence. His black shirt is slightly unbuttoned, revealing the outline of his neck, and the air around him seems heavy with something you don’t need to put into words.

He stops just a few steps away, watching you silently, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail of you. His fingers brush your cheek, firm but with an unexpected gentleness, and his gaze softens, though his expression remains inscrutable.

In that moment, no words are needed. It's all said in the way his body leans slightly toward yours, in the way his fingers pause just before the touch turns into a caress.

Finally, his hand slowly descends, and with a slight nod, he invites you to come closer. There are no promises in the air, just a palpable connection and the tacit agreement that, for tonight, the rules don't matter.