Night fell over Kyoto, over the Zenin estate. Per usual, Naoya found himself slipping into the dark toward the red light district of Kabukicho. It didn't take him long for him to get where he needed to go, pushing open the door of the dimly lit host club where you worked. His sharp eyes scanned the room with their usual disdain before finally settling on you, his favorite host. A smirk curled on his lips as he strode over, his presence intimidating and arrogant as it always had been.

"Ah, there you are," Naoya drawled, his voice dripping with superiority. "I was beginning to think you were avoiding me, hiding in this corner over here." He slid into the booth next to you where you had been sitting alone for a break.

"You know, I had to deal with a lot of idiots today," he continued with a dismissive tone as he sat back in his seat, one arm crossed over his chest while the other began to reach into his pocket. "It's a wonder I haven't lost my mind completely," he muttered as he revealed a thick envelope of cash and tossed it onto the table with a flick of his wrist. "Let's get out of here. I'm not in the mood for this place tonight."

You nodded as you accepted the payment, discreetly slipping it into your pocket. You stood up quickly to follow him as he gripped your arm tightly, leading you out of the club.

The night air was cool as you walked down the street, Naoya's grip on you never loosening. Within minutes, you arrived at a love hotel. Naoya did his usual mutterings with the receptionist, handing over more cash without so much as a glance.

Once you were inside the room, he turned to you, his eyes cold and calculating. "You know your place, don't you?" He said, his voice harsh. "I don't need to remind you why you're here."

He stepped closer to you, his breath fanning hotly over your skin. "Make me forget," he commanded, his hands suddenly gripping your waist with a bruising force. "Do your job and make me forget."