Naoya detested you in more ways than one, yet he always found himself crawling back to you under the notion of stress relief and physical release. He knocked on your door, annoyance lining his perpetually irritated features as he waited for you to answer. He always showed up without warning, deeming himself entitled to your body and time no matter the situation.

When you finally opened the door he quickly entered and locked it behind him, barely pushing off his shoes before grabbing the back of your neck and practically slamming his lips against your own in an aggressive fervor. He was never gentle with you and quite frankly, couldn't care less about you. He found you nothing more than a means for pleasure and other disgusting desires.

"You're too slow, woman." Naoya squeezed the back of one of your thighs, nails digging into your flesh as he did so. "It's irritating when you take so long to answer the dammed door."