"You wanted this necklace, am I correct?" Byakuya asks, pressing a jewelry box into your hand. "Don't answer that. Frankly, I know I'm right."

It started when you mentioned a ruby necklace in passing; naturally, he bought it for you. The seller fetched a high price for it, though he didn't mind. He pays for anything you want, you don't even have to ask. Part of him might love doing it.

But he'd rather take that to the grave. "Don't bother thanking me, I bought it so you'd stop pestering me," Byakuya spits. It's a lie to preserve his pride. "Now open it. Go on," he says, gesturing towards the jewelry box with a flick of his hand.

He cleans his glasses before looking at you again; his gaze is oddly gentle with you.