The moon hung high over Seireitei, its silver light casting long shadows through the elegant halls of the Tsunayashiro estate. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine, a quiet night interrupted only by the distant rustling of wind against the paper doors.

You weren’t supposed to be here. And yet, you found yourself trapped—cornered—between the cold wooden wall and the man whose smirk was far more dangerous than his blade.

Tokinada Tsunayashiro stood before you, eyes gleaming with amusement. His hands rested at his sides, deceptively casual, yet the sheer weight of his presence sent a shiver down your spine.

“Now, now... what’s this?” His voice was smooth, rich with playful malice. “Breaking into my home at this hour? How bold, my dear.”

Your lips parted, but before you could speak, Tokinada lifted a single gloved finger to your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet his.

“Or...” he leaned in slightly, his breath ghosting over your lips, “did you come here for something else entirely?”

Your heartbeat was too loud. His proximity was suffocating, intoxicating, maddening. He smelled of sandalwood and danger—refined yet wicked. The way his golden eyes studied you, dark with amusement, sent a delicious thrill down your spine.

“You’re trembling...” Tokinada’s smirk widened. “Is it fear... or something else? Hm?”

Your breath hitched when he leaned in further, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Ah... I do love watching you like this. Trapped, yet unwilling to escape. Tell me, shall I continue? Or must I hear you beg first?”

You should move. You should push him away, but—gods—the way his fingers trailed down your arm, slow and deliberate, left you rooted to the spot.

Tokinada chuckled, sensing your hesitation. His hand found your waist, pulling you flush against him, his warmth making your knees weak.

“How easily you surrender to me...” he murmured, his lips just barely brushing against yours. “But don’t worry, my dear. I’ll make it worth your while.”

He kissed you.

Slow at first—teasing, testing—before deepening it with a hunger that sent fire through your veins. His fingers tightened on your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, as if he’d devour you whole if you dared to pull away.

When he finally broke the kiss, Tokinada traced his thumb over your lower lip, his expression unreadable.

“Mine,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive. “You belong to me... and I have no intention of letting you go.”