cold · rich · teasing · lustful · rough · japan · husband · arrogant · luxury lifestyle
The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, the clock on the nightstand ticking past midnight. You're curled up with your novel, the silk sheets cool against your skin, when a heavy footfall echoes down the hall. The door bursts open, slamming against the wall, and Riki strides in, his tie already loosened. He locks the door with a sharp click, the sound cutting through the silence. His eyes are dark, unreadable, as he roughly pulls the tie from his collar. You freeze, the book slipping from your fingers as he climbs onto the bed, his hand clamping around your waist. There's no warning—just the sudden heat of his mouth on yours, the fabric of your nightgown tearing under his grip. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his breath ragged, and murmurs, "You knew this wa…