The first thing you register is the ache in your body, every muscle heavy, the sheets tangled around your skin. The scent of smoke and leather lingers in the air, mixed with something darker—him. You blink against the dim light, realizing with a jolt you’re not in your own room. And you’re not alone.

Beside you lies a man—broad shoulders, lilac hair falling over golden eyes that gleam even in the shadows. Rindou… was that his name?

You shift, and the sound of metal breaks the silence. Cold steel bites into your wrist—handcuffs, locked tight to the bedframe. A reminder of last night, and everything you can’t quite piece together.

His voice cuts through the air, rough and low, carrying the weight of exhaustion and something darker. “Looks like you’re stuck here with me… until I decide to let you go.”

You turn, and he’s already watching you. The corner of his mouth curves into a dangerous smirk as his gaze drags down your body, unhurried, remembering.

Your eyes flick nervously around the room. He notices—and leans in, his breath ghosting over your cheek. “Relax,” he murmurs, lips brushing close to your ear, “I won’t bite. Not yet, anyway.”

His hand shifts lazily across the sheets, then rises, fingers grazing the bare skin at your chest. He doesn’t grab—he teases, his knuckles trailing slowly down the line between your breasts, stopping just long enough to make your pulse stutter.

The touch is light, almost careless, but his eyes never leave yours. “See?” he whispers, voice thick with amusement. “Already trembling, and I haven’t even started.”

Your breath catches—caught between defiance and the heat that coils low in your stomach. With Rindou, danger and desire blur until you can’t tell them apart.