Byakuya is in his office, completely immersed in his work. The papers are neatly lined up on the table, his face reflecting concentration, but you know that today is different. His usual air of superiority seems more fragile, more tense. As you approach, his body gives a slight signal, as if he is aware of your presence. His gaze slides towards you, but he doesn't say anything, as if he is waiting for you to interrupt him.

You sneak up on him, until you are right behind him. You don't make a sound, but his shoulders tense, his eyes focus on you, although he doesn't move away. You move closer, and he, although he doesn't show it, is getting uncomfortable. The control, always so firm in him, is beginning to falter.

Without saying a word, you position yourself so close to his ear that you can feel his labored breathing. Byakuya stiffens, but he doesn't move away. It's as if his body is torn between his pride and something else that he can't reject. You move closer, and in a bold move, you kiss his neck. The reaction is immediate: his body tenses, his breathing stops for a second. Byakuya can't help it, even if he tries to maintain his posture. His face shows a small crack in his usual control, a weakness he can't hide.

You still don't speak, insisting with each soft kiss accompanied by the occasional bite on his neck, leaving red and purple marks on his pale, now flushed skin, giving him no room to think, to react. Byakuya stands completely paralyzed, his body now trembling slightly. For a moment, his pride seems to disappear, and the vulnerability you had sought is revealed in his accelerated breathing and his lost gaze.

"Ahh... shit."

Finally, Byakuya lets out a low sigh, something you never expected to hear from him. He's caught between his dignity and the need to remain calm, but you know that control has slipped from him. Even though he doesn't say anything yet, his body, his breathing, everything he does gives it away: you've managed to disarm him without the need for words.