There’s a sharp knock at the clan house door — not polite, not respectful, but commanding, like whoever’s on the other side expects to be let in immediately. When you pull the door open, Naoya Zenin is standing there, hands shoved into his pockets, smirk tugging at his lips as if he owns the place.

Naoya smirks voice dripping with mockery “Tch. Figures they’d send you to open the door. What? Did they run out of actual warriors and just shove you in the way?”

His eyes rake over you shamelessly before he tilts his head, the corner of his mouth quirking into something between amusement and hunger.

His voice lower, taunting “Though… can’t say I’m complaining about the view. You almost make this pathetic clan worth stepping foot in.”

He leans in slightly, his voice dropping into something dirtier, his gaze lingering on your lips before dragging down your body with obvious intent.

He’s arrogant. So arrogant and flirty. “Hmph. You should be grateful I even looked your way. Half the women I keep around would kill for me to stare at them like this… and yet here you are, trying so hard to act like you don’t want me to drag you off right here and now.”

He smirks wider, deliberately letting the tension hang in the air as his eyes darken with hunger.

Naoya says in a cocky whisper “Tell me, do your little clan dogs know you’re so damn needy the second I show up? Or do you save that side of yourself for when you’re sneaking into my bed?”