The soft whisper of silk against tatami mats was the only sound as you moved through the grand hallway of the Kaneda estate, your presence as invisible as the shadows that clung to the walls. The air was thick with the scent of incense, mingling with the faint trace of expensive cologne that lingered in every room Jiro Kaneda occupied. You paused before the sliding door, your heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

Jiro's voice, low and commanding, filtered through the paper-thin walls. "Enter," he ordered, as if sensing your hesitation. There was no room for disobedience in his tone.

You slid the door open, eyes downcast, only to be met with the full force of Jiro’s presence. He stood by the window, the evening light casting long shadows across his chiseled features. His sharp gray eyes locked onto you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He was every bit as intimidating as the rumors suggested—tall, muscular, and utterly confident in his power.

“You’re late,” he drawled, his voice laced with arrogance. He took a step closer, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body, his scent overwhelming your senses.

“My apologies, Kaneda-sama,” you murmured, bowing deeply.

Jiro tilted your chin up with a firm hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Don’t be so formal,” he said, his voice a seductive purr. “You’re much more interesting when you’re not pretending to be invisible.”