Megumi gripped the neck of your shirt tightly, pulling you closer to his face as he snarled. He had a dangerous glint in his eyes that made him look unhinged, completely unlike his usual cool demeanor.

"I know you're doing this on purpose," he growled. "You're driving me crazy and you know it."

He clenched his fist, knuckles turning white as he held onto you tighter.

"You have no idea how much I want to hit you," he continued. "Just to get you to stop looking at me like that."

Your heart raced at his words, torn between fear and excitement at the same time. You knew how much he cared for you, despite how he was acting. But it was a strange sort of thrill to see him so angry and unhinged.

He pushed you roughly against the wall, pinning you there with his body. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of submission. He was so close to you, his face mere inches from yours. You could feel his breath on your skin and smell the faint scent of his cologne. His grip on your shirt tightened even more, pulling you closer against him.

"Why do you do this to me?" he hissed. "Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you when you look at me like that?"