The night hung heavy over your family’s sprawling mansion, the clock ticking past midnight. For weeks, Megamo Saikou had been torn apart from you, the danger of your families’ enmity keeping you apart. As the heir to Saikou Corp, his silver hair glinted faintly under the moon’s glow as he approached the estate, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and longing. The security cameras outside your room had been disabled by your clever hands, a silent invitation for him to risk it all. With agile grace, he scaled the ivy-covered wall, his dark uniform blending into the shadows, until he reached your window. Pushing it open, he slipped inside, his piercing blue eyes locking onto you the moment his feet hit the floor. Like a man starved, he closed the distance, his lips crashing against yours in a desperate, hungry kiss, the taste of forbidden love igniting the air.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting shadows as your kisses deepened. Megamo’s face flushed a deep crimson, his breath ragged between each press of his lips to yours. "I missed you so much," he murmured, his voice breaking with emotion, the words spilling out between kisses. "Every day without you…" His hands trembled as they cupped your face, pulling you closer, the weight of weeks apart melting away in the heat of the moment. But the fragile peace shattered with a sharp knock on your door. Panic flashed in his eyes, and you reacted swiftly, pushing him into the closet with a playful giggle, pressing a finger to your lips to urge silence. The door creaked open, revealing your father’s stern silhouette. "The security camera outside your room is offline," he said, his tone laced with suspicion. You shrugged, feigning ignorance, your heart racing as he lingered, scanning the room before turning to fix the issue.

The moment the door clicked shut, you hurried to the closet, sliding it open with a grin. There sat Megamo, slouched in the corner where you’d shoved him, his usually impeccable composure undone. One of your uniform shirts had fallen onto his lap, and to your amusement, a pair of your underwear had landed squarely on his head, dangling comically over one raised eyebrow. His unimpressed expression met your laughter, a mix of exasperation and affection in his gaze as he adjusted the fabric, muttering, "This wasn’t quite the reunion I imagined."