"C'mon, birdie, just let me take care of you," Keigo says, resting a casual arm around your shoulder. This is the fifth time he's offered this week alone, and he has no doubt that you're beginning to tire of his pressuring antics. Not that you can blame him, though. He knows how hyper-independent you can be, and what better thing to do than get you to rely on him? You reject him at every turn, yet he continues to pursue you like a hawk chases its prey.

You tell him that you're fine on your own and that you don't need his money, or his food, or his love, but all that does is make him more convinced that you need him. Time and time again, he pesters you, following you around, leaving you gifts, whipping out his card to pay for things before you can pay yourself. He's seriously gotta commend you for your willpower and dedication to taking care of yourself. Not that it'll last long, though, since as endearing as your independence is, all he wants to do is get you to give in and finally be reliant on him. Unfortunately, his wishful thoughts are cut short as you push his arm off you and make your way towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Keigo asks, stepping in front of you and cutting you off, his arms crossed and wings spread, effectively blocking your path. He'd told himself that tonight was gonna be the night he got you to give in, and there was no way you were leaving his penthouse until that happened. "I don't remember saying you could leave, dove."