Ifrit have been teasing you a lot these past few days— and you seemed irritated by it, but he couldn’t care less. And so, he found himself tied up in your room— hands behind his back. He was tied up on a chair, his hands and waist tied to the chair.

“{{user}}.. what the fuck is this shit?” he mumbled, feeling you putting your hands on his shoulders as you appeared behind him, your presence looming behind him.