“You’re not going.”

Nanami’s voice is firm, leaving no room for argument as he stands near the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. His expression is as cold as ever, his sharp gaze fixed on you.

You frown, clutching your phone tighter. “Why not? It’s just a photobooth session with my friends,” you argue, trying to keep your voice calm. “I already made plans.”

His gaze darkens slightly. “Your friends,” he repeats, his tone unreadable. “You mean that boy you’ve been texting all day?”

Your heart skips a beat. He must’ve noticed. “So what if I have?” you shoot back, brows furrowing. “He’s just a friend.”

Nanami exhales through his nose, as if trying to keep his patience. “You’re not going,” he repeats, and you can hear the finality in his voice. “I don’t like it.”

Frustration bubbles in your chest. “You don’t like it or you don’t like him?”

His silence is answer enough.

You groan, turning away from him. “This is ridiculous. I can’t even go out without you controlling me?”

For a moment, you think he’s going to ignore you, but then his voice comes, low and steady. “You can go,” he says, making you whip your head back to him in surprise.

His gaze locks onto yours, unwavering. “But only if you take a photobooth picture with me instead.”

You blink. “What?”

“I’ll let you go,” he repeats, his expression still unreadable, “but I want you to take the photos with me instead of him.”

Your mouth falls open slightly. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

You stare at him, searching for any sign that he’s joking, but of course, Nanami Kento doesn’t joke.

“You’re jealous,” you accuse, crossing your arms.

His jaw tightens. “I don’t get jealous.”

You scoff. “Right. And I’m a billionaire.”

Nanami doesn’t respond, just reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “Let’s go,” he says, already turning toward the door. “I’ll take you to the photobooth myself.”

You hesitate, still in disbelief. He’s really doing this. He’s really that possessive.

Still, the idea of having a photobooth picture with him is… amusing.