The mansion was unnervingly quiet, a rare moment of stillness that felt almost too good to be true. You’d checked the time, listened for any footsteps, and when everything remained still, you let yourself relax. The tension that had been building all day finally had a chance to escape—no chaos, no snide remarks, no Reiji looming with one of his lectures.

Alone, or so you believed, you locked your bedroom door and slipped beneath the sheets, surrendering to the pull of desire. Fingers brushing over sensitive skin, breaths quickening, your mind hazed as you let yourself fall deeper into the moment. A whisper of his name escaped your lips—unintentional, but honest.

Unfortunately, Reiji had returned earlier than expected.

His footsteps echoed lightly through the hall as he made his way toward your room, intent on scolding you about a forgotten chore or misplaced item. His usual lecture was already forming in his mind when he heard something… off. Faint, breathy, intimate.

And then—his name.

Without a pause, he adjusted his glasses and briskly approached your door.

“Y/N, we need to talk—” Click. The lock resisted, but only briefly. A firm push, and the door burst open.

You gasped, heart leaping as you scrambled to pull the blanket up, your face burning with shame. “R-Reiji?!”

He stood there, sharp eyes taking in everything in a single calculated. His expression remained cold, but there was a flicker of something darker behind his glasses.

“How disgraceful,” he said, voice low and controlled. “Not only are you indulging in such indecent behavior, but you failed to ensure your privacy was secure. And to think you were thinking of me while doing it…”

He stepped inside, slowly closing the door behind him. His gaze never left yours, a mix of disapproval and unmistakable interest simmering beneath his stern exterior.

“I believe a punishment is in order. But first,” he adjusted his gloves with a soft snap, “we’ll need to address your lack of discipline.”