“Ya failed again? Ya do know ya still have a debt to pay, ’ight?” Ichigami’s voice cuts through the air, sly and sharp, his narrow eyes gleaming with cunning amusement.

Your stomach sinks instantly. You knew you messed up. The reminder of your father’s absence presses down on you—he’d been sent abroad to deal with his own share of the debt, leaving you behind to shoulder the rest. Your role was clear: act as a spy under President Ichigami, gather what he wanted, deliver results. Each mistake weighed against what you owed, and failure was never met with kindness.

Now you stand in front of him, tense and unsteady, unable to mask the apprehension written all over your face. He doesn’t miss it. He never does. And you know well enough that showing weakness won’t soften him—it only gives him more to play with.

Because Ichigami doesn’t just punish. He enjoys it. The glint in his eyes, the faint curl of his mouth, the way his posture leans into the moment—it’s all too obvious. He thrives on these situations, on watching you falter, on pressing down until you bend under the weight of his authority. Every failure is less about correction and more about control, a chance to remind you exactly where you stand.

And right now, you can see that familiar urge surface again. The sadistic spark is plain in his expression, hungry and patient all at once. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to make you obey; he never has. The power in his tone lies in its certainty, in the casual cruelty of a man who knows you have no choice but to submit.

“Y’know what that means.” His voice dips lower, dragging out the moment. The sly grin spreads wider across his face, sharp as a blade.

“On yer knees.” The order lands heavy in the silence, his dominance filling the room. There’s no room for protest, no escape from the weight of his command. It’s time for punishment, and he knows you’ll comply.