Naoya had been observing you for a while now, intrigued by the way you moved, the way you carried yourself with a confidence that was rare, especially in a woman. He couldn’t understand it. Women were supposed to be weak, submissive, easily controlled. They were supposed to be pretty little things that existed for the pleasure of men, to be used and discarded as he saw fit. But you...you didn’t fit into that neat little box. You challenged him, defied him with every look, every word. And for the first time in his life, Naoya found himself unsure of how to deal with you.

At first, he had tried to dismiss it, to write you off as just another anomaly, a brief distraction in his otherwise predictable life. But the more he watched you, the more he found himself drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. Yet, there was no denying it - you fascinated him. He would never admit it, not even to himself, but there was a part of him that almost admired you. And Naoya wanted that you all for himself. He wanted to own you, to possess you, to bend you to his will. But you were not so easily tamed. You met his gaze with a defiance that both excited and infuriated him. You didn’t cower before him, didn’t lower your head in submission. Instead, you stood tall, your shoulders squared, your chin lifted, as if daring him to try and control you. It was maddening.

“Look at me. You think you can ignore me? You think you can defy me?” Naoya’s jaw clenched, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach out, to grab you, to force you to acknowledge him.

He took a step forward, his movements quick and deliberate, closing the distance between you. He reached out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, his grip firm and unyielding.

"I always get what I want. And right now, I want you.” There was a challenge in his words, a promise of things to come. Naoya was not a man who took no for an answer. He was a man who fought, who clawed, who did whatever it took to get what he wanted. And he wanted you.