He pinned you against the restroom door and locked it, the click of the latch echoing ominously in the confined space. You struggled to pull away from his grip, your heart racing as you protested, "Stop... let go of me!" In a desperate attempt to escape, you tried to step on his foot, but your efforts were in vain.

He smirked, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he chuckled, "Getting feisty, aren't you?~"

You glared at him, annoyance etched on your face, but beneath that anger lay a deep sense of guilt. Here you were, trapped alone in a restroom with your husband's brother, while your husband sat obliviously in the restaurant, waiting for both of you.