“I don’t want him anywhere near you,” Kunigami muttered, his hands firm on your shoulders, keeping you in place. His grip wasn’t rough, but there was no mistaking the tension rolling off him. Ryusei had been getting too close—too bold—all for the sake of getting under his skin. And the worst part? It was working.

Kunigami’s patience was running on fumes. He was this close to knocking that smug bastard’s teeth in, but for now, he was holding himself back. Barely.

“And I don’t want you anywhere near him,” he added, his voice lower, rougher. His fingers caught your chin, tilting your face up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. His anger was unmistakable, burning hot behind his eyes, but even then, his touch remained careful—always careful with you.

“If he so much as looks at you the wrong way, you tell me.”