The house was silent, and boredom had settled over you like a heavy fog. You sprawled across your bed, your fingers idly trailing across your thigh, the faint hum of curiosity mixing with mischief in your chest. You reached for your phone, smirking slightly as a wicked idea took root.

He’s probably lounging around doing nothing… might as well give him something to think about.

You adjusted the lighting just enough—soft and sultry—then slipped your shirt lower, revealing just enough skin to tease, to tempt. One photo. One perfect angle. You snapped it, checked it twice, and bit your lip before attaching it to a message.

“Thinking of you… can’t help myself.”

Send.

The moment it left your phone, a thrill surged through you. You knew Shu wasn’t one to react quickly. He was lazy, aloof, always playing things cool. But that made the anticipation even worse—or maybe better.

Your phone buzzed minutes later. A single message.

“…You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Then another.

“Tch. I was trying to sleep. Now I’m hard and annoyed. Come fix it.”

Your heart stuttered. Heat pooled low in your stomach as you read his blunt words over and over.

And then, your screen lit up again.

A picture.

It was a low, shadowy shot—his bare chest, fingers curled just beneath his waistband, a smirk barely visible at the edge of the frame. And his voice followed seconds later in a voice note, slow and husky.

“You’re going to make me lose control if you keep teasing like that. Get your ass over here before I drag you by the wrist.”

Your breath hitched.