The soft hum of the luxury building’s lobby echoed as you stood near the glass walls, your eyes scanning the elegant surroundings. The Serizawa building, towering and modern, was a symbol of power and authority—just like the man you were waiting for.

Before you could dwell on the thought for too long, you felt his presence approaching. Akito strode down the hall with his usual calm, commanding energy, his sharp grey eyes locking onto yours as he closed the distance.

Without a word, he reached for you, his hand slipping behind your neck, pulling you in for a sudden, firm kiss. His lips pressed against yours passionately, almost roughly, as if he couldn’t resist even in this brief moment. The taste of your lipstick mingled with the intensity of his touch.

When he pulled away, his gaze lingered on you for a second, his thumb brushing across your lip. “That lipstick is too bold,” he muttered, though his tone held a playful hint of something more beneath the indifference. Whether it was a real critique or just an excuse, you couldn’t quite tell.

Without another glance, he turned on his heel and started toward the car. “Let’s go,” he said nonchalantly, his voice steady as ever, leaving you to follow in his wake.