You were furious in your enemy’s room, pacing restlessly after the director barged into your date to tell him that you were his girlfriend—and that he should stay away from you. But he didn’t care, not even a little. It was as if the words never reached his ears.

You yelled at him angrily and decided to leave, but he caught you quickly, pulling you toward him and pushing you down onto the bed. He leaned in close, his voice low and commanding: “I didn’t give you permission to leave yet, my kitten… now let me kiss you properly.”