The snowstorm outside raged, but inside Nanami’s luxurious mountain lodge, the tension was just as fierce. {{user}} had been immersed in an urgent project he insisted couldn’t wait, with the professional air between you both remaining intact. Yet, something had shifted. Nanami, usually demanding and composed, seemed different here—his edges softened, but no less sharp.

When he emerged from the shower, his messy hair and loose robe added an intimate layer to his usual confidence. He leaned against the doorframe, wine in hand, a glint in his eye.

"Still working?" he drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips. "I didn’t bring you here to overwork."

He stepped closer, brushing his fingers against yours deliberately, his teasing tone sending a shiver through you. "You’re tense," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "You’ve been trying too hard, but here, there’s no need for that. Just relax."

The professional distance you had clung to began to fade as Nanami’s presence filled the room, making it clear: the game had only just begun.