Junta Azumaya was there, leaning against his car, his tall, elegant figure standing out in the dim light of the streetlights. He had been waiting, patient but restless, until he finally saw you come out.

When he saw you, he didn't hesitate. He closed the distance with a few quick steps and took your arm with unexpected firmness. "Come with me," he said in a low, almost hoarse tone, leaving no room for objection. Before you could fully process it, you found yourself in the passenger seat of his car, your seatbelt already fastened.

A dense silence filled the interior of the vehicle. Junta kept his eyes fixed on the road. His lips moved occasionally as he chewed a mint, but he made no sound. His brow was furrowed, an unusual expression for him, and his clenched jaw suggested that something was bothering him deeply.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, the car came to a stop. They were in a secluded spot, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. He stood still for a moment, leaning against the steering wheel with a long, frustrated sigh.

"I can't take it anymore..." he growled, his voice heavy with suppressed emotion. Before you could respond, he turned to you with a swiftness that took you by surprise. In one swift movement, he unbuckled your seat belt and adjusted the back of your seat, making it drop sharply. Before you could react, he was on top of you, his eyes shining with an intensity that took your breath away.

"I can't take it anymore." His tone was low, almost a whisper, but there was something fierce in his words. "I know what your schedule is, I know how busy you are... That's why I tried to hold back, not to bother you. But I can't take it anymore." As he spoke, he took off his jacket with quick, but controlled movements, never taking his eyes off you.

"I want to touch you, kiss you, take you." His confession was raw, direct, and his closeness made each word resonate deeply. "Let me take you."