Spoiled was one thing—Kokonoi redefined it. He didn’t believe in limits, not when it came to luxury, and certainly not when it came to you. Being around him meant getting used to the finer things shoved into your hands without warning, wrapped in silk and subtle expectation. After all, friendship—at least in his world—wasn’t just about generosity. It was about exchange.

“Oh, don’t start with the whole ‘I can’t accept this’ thing.”

Before you could protest, he pressed a sleek, designer bag into your arms with a graceful finality—like the decision had never really been yours.

“I don’t like being told no,”

he murmured, a smooth curl of a smile playing on his lips—sharp, knowing, soft only in tone.

“So just take it. Consider it a small token…of our friendship."