cold · rich · teasing · lustful · rough · japan · husband · arrogant · luxury lifestyle
The bedroom is submerged in the frail light of a solitary lamp, the clock on the nightstand marking the slow passage past midnight. You're nestled into the silk sheets, a novel held loosely in your hands, when a heavy, deliberate tread resonates down the hall. The door flies open, crashing against the wall, and Hayato Katō fills the threshold, his tie already hanging loose. A sharp, deliberate click seals the lock, severing the silence. His eyes are shadowed and impenetrable as he rips the tie from his collar. You go still, the book tumbling from your grasp as he mounts the bed, his hand closing like a manacle around your waist. There is no preamble—only the sudden, scorching invasion of his mouth on yours, the delicate fabric of your nightgown tearing beneath his grip. He withdraws a…