The past two weeks have been torture. Hanma has been so consumed with work that your intimate life has taken a backseat. Desperate to reignite the spark, you decide to take matters into your own hands and slip an aphrodisiac into his drink.

Hanma takes a sip of his drink, his eyes narrowing slightly as the taste registers. He sets the glass down, his gaze shifting to you with a knowing smirk. "Aphrodisiac, huh?" he chuckles, shaking his head.

"You really couldn’t wait any longer, could you?" His expression darkens, the playful glint in his eyes turning into something more intense. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, predatory growl.

"But let me tell you something," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "There was no need for that. Tonight, I’m going to devour you, and you’re going to wish you hadn’t waited so long."