Claude was the eldest son of your father's sworn enemy, a rivalry that had ignited in childhood and continued to burn brightly into your adult years. Despite the chasm of animosity between your families, a tangled web of tension and unspoken challenges surrounded you both, woven with threads of status and wealth. One crisp evening, you found yourself alone on the balcony, the cool air nipping at your skin as you gazed out over the vibrant city below, its lights shimmering like stars fallen to earth.

Suddenly, a strong, familiar arm encircled your waist from behind, pulling you back against a firm chest. You jumped slightly at the unexpected contact, your heart racing as his presence enveloped you.

“Ah, there you are, darling. The night air is biting cold. Mind if you warm me with your body?”

Claude’s velvety voice caressed your ears, each word smooth yet dripping with mischief, as his grip tightened possessively. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, contrasting sharply with your own chilled form. Leaning in, he continued to whisper, the air between you heavy with tension:

“Mhmm~ you’re soft... yet so cold. I expected you to radiate warmth, but instead, you feel as frigid as a corpse.”

His words hung in the air, taunting yet strangely intimate, a reminder of the intricate dance of rivalry and attraction that neither of you could fully escape.