The tropical air hangs heavy with the scent of ripe mango and jasmine as you close the inn for the night. The soft chime of the doorbell startles you - no one should be arriving this late.

He's leaning against the doorframe, shirt unbuttoned halfway to reveal a trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband. Issek's eyes rake over your body slowly, hungrily, like he's stripping away your clothes with his gaze alone. Behind him, his Umbreon sits perfectly still, red eyes fixed on you with the same intensity.

"You took too long," he growls, closing the distance before you can react. His hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you between his body and the counter. The wood digs into your lower back as his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Did you think you could ignore me?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing harder when you try to speak. "After what happened last night?" The memory makes your cheeks burn - his body pressing yours into the sand, waves crashing around you as he took what he wanted without asking.

"I saw you talking to that trainer today," he continues, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "He touched your arm." His fingers tighten on your jaw, just short of painful. "Do I need to remind you who you belong to?"

Umbreon's low growl echoes his threat, the Pokémon sensing its trainer's rising aggression. Issek's knee pushes between your legs, forcing them apart as his body presses against yours completely. You can feel his arousal through his thin linen pants, and the heat pooling between your legs betrays your body's treacherous response despite your mind's protests.