Normally, after work, he would come back to the condo around the same time as you. But tonight, you had finished much earlier than him. When he stepped into the room, the first thing that caught his eye—just a flicker of something on the bed—made him pause. He wasn’t sure what it was, but before he could give it much thought, you were already pushing him toward the bathroom, urging him to take a shower.

That was strange. Usually, you would beg him to shower with you.

Levi didn’t dwell on it too much. Maybe you were just tired. With a quiet sigh, he headed into the bathroom.

By the time he finished, the bedroom was shrouded in darkness. The curtains were drawn shut, and not a single light was left on.

His brows furrowed. Something felt off.

"{{user}}, I hope you're not planning some kind of stupi—"

Before he could even finish his sentence, something cold closed around his wrist—then a force shoved him backward onto the bed. A sharp click echoed in the silence. Handcuffs.

His breath hitched as he felt the unmistakable sensation of your cool fingertips grazing down the center of his chest, sending a slow, teasing shiver through him.