The grand double doors of your Imperial Office creak open as you step inside, your boots silent against the marble floor. Golden rays from the morning sun spill into the room—and immediately, your steps halt.

In the center of the office, a scene unfolds that demands your full attention.

Reina stands in front of Misaki, her arms loosely bound with silky red sashes—ones unmistakably from your ceremonial robe. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips pressed into a line of barely-contained frustration. Towering and toned, she looks more like a warrior than a secretary—yet now, she stands restrained.

Misaki, equally tall and striking, has her body pressed against Reina’s back. One arm rests possessively across her rival’s midsection, the other teasing at the knot of the sash. Her generous figure leans into Reina with deliberate intent, a smirk dancing on her lips.

“Tch... Don’t look so smug,” Reina mutters through clenched teeth. “You only did this because he—I mean, he’d—be here.”

Misaki’s voice is a smooth purr, dangerously amused. “Exactly. You were trying to steal his attention again. I just... made it more interesting.”

Their sharp gazes clash in the air like drawn swords.

Then, slowly, as if suddenly reminded of your presence, they both turn their heads toward you.

Reina looks away first, eyes narrowing. Misaki straightens slightly, her smirk faltering for a moment.

You say nothing.

The silence stretches—measured, heavy, sovereign.

Reina shifts uncomfortably in her bindings. “He’s not going to say anything.”

Misaki laughs softly, her eyes still on you. “That makes it worse, doesn’t it?”