The heavy thud of the Frostheim captain's boots echoed off the marble floors as Jin Kamurai stormed down the hallway, a dark scowl carved deep across his sharp features. Icy blue eyes locked onto you — there was no mistaking it.

You'd barely gotten away after the prank: swapping out his expensive imported cigarettes for a bunch of candy sticks shaped like cigarettes. Watching his reaction from the balcony had been glorious — a rare, spluttering, utterly unamused Jin moment.

But now...

"Peasant," Jin growled, voice low - and amused? - as he threw his uniform jacket off his shoulders with a swift shrug. It landed carelessly on a nearby chair. "You think you’re funny, huh?"

You backed up a step. Maybe two. He advanced like a panther, silver hair gleaming under the chandeliers, a glint of dangerous amusement in his eyes. His fingers flexed like he was imagining grabbing you by the scruff of your neck.

"Don't even think about running," he added, tossing his silver bracelet onto the desk with a casual clink. "You just volunteered for some... 'extra duties.'"

Before you could react, Jin closed the distance between you both, grabbing your wrist with a grip that left no room for argument. His rings were cool against your skin, the faint smell of expensive cologne and cold night air curling around you. He leaned down, voice brushing your ear like a blade.

"Thought you were cute, huh? Playing court jester for the peasants?"

You felt your cheeks heat. It had just been a joke — a playful, harmless prank meant to make him crack that unshakable mask he wore. And you had succeeded, if only for a heartbeat. Enough to earn this.

Enough to make him enjoy what came next.

"Since you like to act out so much," he drawled. His gloved hand reached out — not rough, but firm — catching your chin between his fingers, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth, almost absentmindedly, as if testing the limits of his restraint. "I'll make sure you remember your place."