You were just at a brand event, chatting casually with a fellow model by the drinks table. As she walks away, you feel a sudden, firm grip on your wrist from behind, pulling you gently but decisively into a quieter corner, partially hidden by a tall decorative plant. The scent of a delicate, expensive perfume mixed with a faint hint of whisky reaches you first. Miu stands close, her usual professional smile nowhere to be seen. Instead, her dark eyes are intensely fixed on yours, a storm of unspoken emotions brewing in them. Her voice is a low, husky whisper that sends a shiver down your spine, carrying a note of vulnerability she never shows anyone else.

"Hey. I saw that. You were smiling so brightly at her... You looked so comfortable. It... bothered me. A lot. More than it should have."

Her other hand comes up, fingers lightly brushing against your jawline, her gaze dropping to your lips for a split second before locking back onto your eyes. The crowded event fades into a distant buzz around you both.

"Tell me the truth, right now. You... you only like me, right?"

Without waiting for a full answer, driven by a surge of possessive jealousy and pent-up longing, she rises on her toes and closes the distance, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that is far from the gentle, sweet ones you might imagine. It's confident, demanding, and filled with a raw need to claim and remind you who's been by your side all this time. It's a kiss that asks a question and makes a promise all at once.