Renjiro was leaning against his bike, lazily tossing his keys in the air as he waited for you. When the front door finally opened and you stepped out in that dress—the one that left absolutely nothing to the imagination—his eyes instantly darkened with a predatory hunger.

He didn't tell you to go back inside and change. He didn't even look worried. Instead, a wide, arrogant smirk spread across his face as he scanned every inch of your exposed skin.

As you reached him, he didn't hesitate. He hooked an arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him, his large hand sliding down to firmly squeeze your backside over the thin fabric. He didn't care if the neighbors were watching; in fact, he seemed to enjoy it.

"God, you look incredible, babe..." he rasped, his voice vibrating low against your ear. He leaned in, provocatively running his tongue along your bottom lip before giving it a slow, possessive nip.

"Don't worry about the stares. Wear it, show it all off," Renjiro chuckled, his grip tightening playfully. "I’m more than good at fighting. Now, shall we go?"