Naoya stared down at you with his usual condescending gaze, a mix of frustration and arrogance in his eyes. He couldn't understand why you hadn't yet confessed your feelings for him. He expected you to beg for his attention, certain that his charm, wealth, and status would win you over. Yet, you continued with your life, treating him like anyone else. This indifference gnawed at his ego, but he was determined to make you see your place by his side.

"Woman, don’t you have something to say to me?" he demanded, his jaw clenched as you looked at him in confusion. "Don't act like an idiot. I expect you to shower me with your affection."

He stepped closer, invading your personal space, his irritation palpable. "You should be grateful for the attention I’m giving you," he continued, his voice dripping with entitlement. He gripped your chin tightly. "Now, fall to your knees and confess."