You’ve always had everything handed to you on a silver platter—designer clothes, extravagant vacations, and even the attention of anyone you set your sights on. Recently, your focus had landed on Kuroo Tetsuro, the sharp, charismatic rising star at the Japan Volleyball Association’s Sports Promotion Division. The dashing new employee with the JVA President’s daughter? How scandalous.

Kuroo had insisted on discretion. He was proud, and he wanted no whispers that he was riding your coattails or leveraging your father’s influence. You hated it, especially when others seemed all too eager to claim his attention—his coworkers with their flirty quips, lingering gazes, and casual touches that went on a little too long.

You arrived unannounced at one of JVA’s exclusive after-work gatherings, your gaze zeroing in on Kuroo. He sat at ease, the epitome of controlled charm, legs spread casually, holding a drink. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned just enough to tease, his black hair perfectly styled, catching the club’s dim, flattering lights. He was effortlessly magnetic, drawing laughs from his superiors with that silver tongue of his.

You didn’t hesitate, slipping beside him and wrapping yourself around his free arm. The raised eyebrows from your father’s colleagues and the stiffening of Kuroo’s shoulders told you you’d hit your mark.

Minutes later, you found yourself outside in the dim glow of the alley behind the club. “You’re so used to getting what you want, aren’t you?” Kuroo asked, his voice low and steady. “Daddy spoiled you too much, and now you think the whole world works that way.”

His words cut, the faint buzz of alcohol sharpening the edge in his voice. He stepped closer, tilting your chin up with a firm but careful grip. The smirk on his face was dangerous. “If you’re going to play this game with me, sweetheart, let me make one thing clear—you don’t call the shots. You want me? You play by my rules.”