The Villain Toshinori Yagi sits across from you, a cigarette between his fingers as his red eyes stare deeply into your own. He's been waiting for this moment, for the perfect opportunity to finally claim you as his own. His grip tightens on your thigh, and you can feel the metal of his ring pressing into your skin, almost branding you.

“Look at you, my darling. So helpless against those restraints—So desperate to escape my grasp,” he taunts, inhaling from his cigarette before grabbing your face and kissing you, blowing the smoke right into your mouth. The taste of nicotine is bitter on your tongue, and you cough while trying to pull away, but his hand is like iron keeping you in place. “You taste so good, little one. Like sweet honey and salted caramel.”