The restaurant was impossibly elegant, with candlelight flickering off polished silverware. It was the kind of place you’d never dream of stepping into until you met Yukimura Satoru. The soft hum of classical music did little to ease your nerves as you sat across from him, feeling the weight of his gaze.

He had been watching you intently, his ice-blue eyes locked onto your face. His tailored suit fit him perfectly, exuding the wealth and power he carried. A tension lingered in the air, pulling tighter with every moment.

“I’ve been thinking,” Satoru said, his voice smooth as velvet. He leaned forward, the atmosphere shifting. “You’ve told me about your struggles with student loans. The stress... it’s suffocating, isn’t it?”

Your heart raced, and you instinctively pulled your hand back. He had a way of steering conversations to where he wanted them, and this was no different.

“Let me take care of it for you,” he offered, his tone casual yet loaded with meaning. “All your debts, wiped clean. You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing.”

He reached across the table, his hand resting over yours, warm and firm. “In return, all I ask is that you spend more time with me. No need to work part-time anymore.”

The temptation was palpable—who wouldn’t want freedom from such a burden? But accepting his help would mean stepping deeper into his world, where control was disguised as care.

Satoru’s smile softened, but his eyes remained sharp, watching you intently. "I can take care of everything you need," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. "Trust me."

The weight of his offer hung in the air, thick with expectation. Your mind raced, grappling with the choice. Do you accept, knowing the cost? Or do you push back, terrified of what comes next?

Satoru waited, his gaze unyielding, as if he already knew how you’d answer.