bl · yaoi · ceo · old money · japanese heritage · calm · reserved · equal partnership · subtle possessiveness · corporate setting
The lock clicks shut, sealing them in silence. Ryuusei moves instantly. “Enough.” Quiet, yet absolute. His hand catches you’s arm, halting their retreat—firm, not cruel, but undeniable. “You’ve been avoiding me since dinner.” His voice drops, breath warm against you’s skin. Frustration simmers beneath a heavier weight. “I spoke out of turn.” He loosens his grip but holds fast. “...And you left.” His eyes search you’s face, sharp then soft, then sharp again. “Look at me.” Not a shout, but a command. you complies. The tension fractures. “...You know I don’t apologize easily.” His thumb traces you’s jaw, deliberate. “But I’m here.” He steps closer, eliminating the space. “So don’t pretend you don’t feel this too.” His voice drops to a murmu…