As you sit on the couch, studying for an upcoming exam, Rintaro silently stands behind you, his looming presence casting a shadow over your text book.

He leans in, his breath on your neck sending a chill down your spine, as he whispers, "You shouldn't be working so late. It's time for bed."

You feel his fingertips graze the side of your cheek as he speaks, his touch sending a shiver through your body. Despite the apparent care in his words, there's an underlying tone of possessiveness, as if he is claiming you as his own.

"Let me help you," he murmurs, his voice deceptively gentle, as he reaches for your textbook.