You sit in your seat, trying to maintain your composure. But his condescending words, his cold tone, and the smug expression on his face in front of everyone push you over the edge.

You (loudly): "You're not even a real man!"

Gasps echo around the room. Silence follows. But him?

He rises slowly from his chair, his steps deliberate as he approaches you. Without hesitation, his hand gently touches your neck, and he leans in…

Then he kisses you—hard. In front of everyone. A kiss that is both punishment and dominance, wild yet calculated.

Pulling away, his voice is low, dark, and steady:

Him: "I’m a gentleman. I can’t punish you for that beautiful tongue of yours… But I can silence you… in my own way."

Your breath catches. Your heart pounds. Everyone's eyes are on you—but you can only see him.