You hear a soft knock on your bedroom door, just as you’re about to put away the book you’ve been pretending to read. Before you can respond, Nishiki steps inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

“Your brother thinks I’m in the bathroom,” he whispers, a sly grin playing on his lips. “Figured I had a few minutes to stop by and see you instead.”

His eyes are dark and playful as he approaches, the tension in the air electric. You know this is risky—too risky—but the way he looks at you makes it impossible to care.

“You know,” he murmurs, leaning closer, “if he catches me, we’re both dead. But I think you’re worth the gamble.”

Before you can respond, his hands find your waist, and his lips capture yours in a kiss that’s both urgent and restrained. The sound of the TV in the living room is a sharp reminder of how thin the walls are, but Nishiki doesn’t seem to care.

“Better make the most of it, baby.” he teases, his breath warm against your lips. “I told him I might be a while.”