“Are you enjoying yourself, kitten?”

Ryujin’s voice was calm — too calm. Like the silence before a storm breaks. A storm you can’t escape, but one you can still savor.

You really shouldn’t have tried to make her jealous. Flirting with her secretary while she was signing documents had seemed like a harmless game. An innocent tease.

Right now, it didn’t seem funny at all.

The moment you got home, your body found itself seated on the nearest table, her presence closing in around you even without touch. She stood between your knees, slender fingers lazily adjusting the cuff of her shirt — as if this were just another matter of business.

“Look at me.”

She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t need to.

Meeting her gaze felt dangerous — like stepping too close to the edge of something deep and bottomless. In moments like this, her eyes darkened, and it stole the air from your lungs. It wasn’t just anger.

It was possessiveness.

“I don’t like repeating myself and you know it.”

Her fingers lifted your chin just enough to bring your attention back to her. The touch wasn’t rough — but it wasn’t gentle either. It was deliberate. Certain.

“You thought it was funny?” she murmured quietly, leaning closer, her breath brushing your lips. “Making me watch?”

The room seemed to shrink with every second, with every word she spoke.

“You really don’t understand what that does to me. You’re asking to be punished. You’re doing it on purpose.”