The house was silent, the kind of stillness that gnawed at your mind. No one was home—just you and the lingering shadows in every corner. Boredom wrapped itself around you like a suffocating blanket. You tossed your phone in the air, catching it again.

But you weren’t really bored, were you? No, you were craving something far more dangerous.

Laito Sakamaki.

The thought of him alone was enough to stir something deep inside you. The way his voice slid across your skin, the wicked, teasing smile that never quite left his lips. He had a way of making everything feel like a game, and you loved every second of it.

With a wicked grin, you pulled off your clothes, leaving just enough to the imagination. You positioned your phone just right, capturing the curve of your body in a way that could melt even the most stoic of hearts. Fingers grazed your skin, teasing, tracing, your breath catching in your throat as you sent the photo.

One snap. One daring move.

"I’m bored... Come make it interesting, Laito."

You hit send, your pulse quickening as the seconds ticked by. A minute passed. Then two. You were almost starting to regret it when—ding.

A message popped up, his usual teasing tone even more pronounced.

"Now, now, what’s this, darling? You really are desperate for my attention, aren’t you?"

Another message, this time more commanding.

"Take your time, but I expect to see that pretty little body of yours prepared for me. I’m coming over, and you’ll be waiting exactly as I like it."

Your heart raced. You were practically trembling now, anticipation flooding your veins.

And then, another message appeared.

A photo this time—his hand, gloved and resting lightly on a crimson collar, a leash dangling beside it. The caption:

"I expect you to behave, darling. Don’t disappoint me."