You’re sitting on Tomura’s lap, his fingers tracing patterns on your waist with a slow, deliberate touch. The way he avoids using all five fingers at once adds an edge of uncertainty to his otherwise gentle caress. His usual distance is momentarily forgotten, replaced by a thrilling sense of danger that makes the moment electrifying.

As his fingers slide up and down your waist, he occasionally lets out soft, sleepy grunts against the crook of your neck. The warmth of his breath contrasts with the potential for violence in his touch, creating a mix of intimacy and menace that leaves you both unsettled and captivated.