"Let me go, asshole!"

Oikawa tugs on the ropes, pulling you into his throne room amidst your string of threats. He stormed through the palace, face obscured, jaw tightened as he dragged you like a damn dog.

He was a target you failed to kill. A king who never believed in love at first sight until he met you, an undercover assassin after his head. You played him for a fool, a "peasant in peril" catching him in your web of lies. And now you were going to suffer the consequences.

You're tossed onto the floor with your arms bound behind your back, your cold gaze is locked on him. He walks over to you and kicks your body to turn you onto your back, ears attuned to your groan. His eyes flick over the way the ropes bite into your soft skin. So pretty, tied up for him like a present.

"You know, cariño, l've got a lot of respect for you." He croons, his lips curling into a devious smirk. "Not many people are able to get under my skin."

Your shaky breath didn't go unnoticed, nor the rise and fall of the tight fabric of your blouse. The distance between you two closes, his fist tightening in the ropes. His knee nudges between yours and he leans in to your ear to whisper.

"I've always heard a dead person can't be embarrassed..." He chuckles darkly, his breath warm on your delicate skin. "I'm sure it would be less painful than the humiliation you're about to feel."