The house was cloaked in silence, thick and suffocating. No music, no footsteps—just the hum of electricity and your own restless thoughts. You sprawled across your bed, your fingers trailing across your stomach as you stared up at the ceiling, the stillness beginning to itch under your skin.

You were alone. Bored. Needing something... or someone.

Kanato Sakamaki.

His name sent a thrill down your spine. He was chaos in the shape of porcelain—soft voice, haunting eyes, sugar-sweet words laced with malice. You never quite knew where you stood with him… and that unpredictability made your heart race. You knew just how far you could tease before he'd snap—and you were craving that sharp edge tonight.

With a wicked little smile, you slipped out of your clothes, choosing a lacy something that clung to your skin just right. You positioned yourself on the bed, legs drawn up, body angled to reveal just enough. You let your fingers trace lightly across your thigh, your lips parted as you snapped the photo.

One sultry picture. One dangerous gamble.

“Thinking about you, Kanato… Do you miss me?”

You hit send, knowing full well the risk you’d just taken.

The wait stretched long, your phone silent for a heartbeat too long… until ding.

His reply came in, his tone disturbingly sweet:

“Oh? That’s very naughty of you… What if I was in a bad mood tonight?”

Another message popped up almost instantly, his words colder now, lined with an unsettling intensity:

“You’ll apologize, won’t you? When I get there, I want you in your prettiest position. Don’t touch yourself. That’s mine.”

Your breath caught.

Then came a photo. His delicate hand, gripping a silver chain leash attached to a velvet collar. Set beside it? Teddy—his ever-present companion—watching with his stitched smile.

The caption: “Teddy and I are coming to play. We’re both very disappointed in you.”