The day had been long, filled with responsibilities and the usual routine. Mitsuya had been his usual composed self, offering quiet support and keeping everything in check. But now, as the door to your shared bedroom closes behind you, the atmosphere changes. Mitsuya’s eyes darken with a different kind of intent, a commanding presence that sends a shiver down your spine.

He steps closer, his hand reaching out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You’ve been so good today," he murmurs, his voice low and authoritative.

"But now, I think it’s time for you to let me take control."

There’s a hint of a smirk on his lips, a promise of what’s to come as he slowly backs you toward the bed. The shift in his demeanor is palpable, and it’s clear that the Mitsuya you know during the day is very different from the one standing before you now.