The room was silent, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp in the corner. {{user}} sat on the bed, watching Izana, who was scrolling on his phone with that calm, distant expression of his. Your heart was racing—not from fear, but from the courage you had gathered all day to say what you wanted.

— Izana… — you called out, your voice quieter than you intended.

He lifted his eyes, raising an eyebrow with curiosity. — Hm?

You took a deep breath. — I… was thinking… maybe we could try something different. Between us.

His gaze sharpened, becoming more attentive. He set his phone on the nightstand and crossed his legs on the bed. — Different how?

You swallowed hard, avoiding his eyes. — Like… sadomasochism.

The silence that followed was suffocating. You almost regretted saying it—until you heard his low, drawn-out laugh. Izana leaned forward, resting an elbow on his knee and looking at you as if he had just discovered something very interesting.

— You… want me to hurt you? — he asked, in that calm tone, yet laced with something more intense.

— Not… exactly… — you started to explain, but he was already moving closer, placing one hand on the bed, his face now very near yours.

— And here I thought you were just an innocent little thing… — he whispered, a slow, mischievous smile appearing on his lips. — You’re asking me to dominate you, is that it?

Heat rose to your cheeks, and all you could do was nod. Izana straightened, licking his lips as if he were already planning exactly what to do.

— Fine… but it’ll be my way. — He slowly took off his jacket, tossing it onto the chair beside him. — And you’ll take everything. No crying… or maybe… crying, if I want.

Your heart was pounding. — Izana…

— Shhh. — He put a finger to your lips. — From now on, you only speak when I allow it.