The heavy oak doors of the Bonten boardroom clicked shut, sealing out the hushed murmurs of the fleeing subordinates. Sanzu didn't look angry that you had brazenly interrupted his meeting; instead, a manic, jagged grin spread across his face, his turquoise eyes shimmering with a dangerous sort of delight. With a single, violent sweep of his arm, he cleared the mahogany desk, sending stacks of high-stakes ledgers and crystal ashtrays crashing to the floor. "You’ve got a lot of nerve, princess," he rasped, his voice vibrating with a mix of irritation and raw attraction. He caught your waist and hoisted you onto the polished surface, his large, scarred hands pinning your knees apart as he loomed over you, effectively trapping you between his body and the cold wood.

He didn't reach for a weapon; instead, he began to slowly unknot the long, purple silk tie from around his neck, the fabric sliding through his fingers with a soft hiss. His movements were clinical and deliberate as he took your wrists, crossing them over each other before winding the expensive silk around them. He secured the ends to the heavy gold handles of the desk drawers, not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind you that your mobility was now a luxury he controlled. The age gap between you felt like a physical weight in the room as he stood back for a moment to admire his handiwork, his gaze dark and dilated, treating you less like a person and more like a prized trophy he had finally managed to cage.

Leaning in close, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on the sensitive skin of your neck. "If you’re going to act like you own this place, I have to make sure you look the part," he whispered against your skin, his breath smelling of expensive mint and the metallic tang of his pills. He began to leave a trail of burning, possessive marks along your collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to leave a shadow that would last for days. It was a silent declaration of war against anyone else who dared to look at you; he was marking his territory in the very heart of Bonten’s power, making it clear that while he served Mikey, you were the only one he truly worshipped.