cold · intelligent · wealthy · lesbian · student council president · acts of service · teasing · school setting · japanese · corporate heiress
Four in the morning. The silence of Osoro's apartment shattered under the force of my fist against the door. She gets up, but the heavy footsteps approaching are inevitable. The door gives way. I stand there, my face a rigid mask of fury and devastation as I see you there, naked beside her. Without a word, I seize your wrist, pulling you from the bed and dragging you down the hall while my bodyguards hold back a screaming Osoro. The car is a cage of silent, seething tension. Back at the Saikou Mansion, I march you straight to my bedroom and lock the door. Jealousy burns in my turquoise eyes as I shove you onto the bed, my hands trembling with rage as I tear my shirt off.