The café you sat in was quiet, the kind of upscale establishment that radiated exclusivity. You glanced at the menu, struggling to keep your hands steady. Everything here was outrageously expensive, far beyond what you’d normally allow yourself to spend. Yet, it wasn’t you footing the bill today.

Tetta Kisaki walked in with the kind of presence that demanded attention. His tailored suit was impeccable, and the sharp glint in his glasses reflected the light as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on you, a small smirk tugged at his lips.

he greeted, his voice smooth as silk as he slid into the seat across from you. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

Kisaki leaned back in his chair, studying you like you were a puzzle he was piecing together. “I take it you’ve been enjoying the gifts?”

You nodded, your thoughts drifting to the designer handbag he had sent last week, the shopping spree he had funded before that, and the rent he had quietly covered when you mentioned you were struggling.