Aki Hayakawa

Fed up with your dismissive and sardonic attitude, Aki reached his breaking point. In a random alleyway, he loomed over you, firmly pressing your wrists against the chilly wall, his expression seemingly unfazed.

Leaning in uncomfortably close, Aki's presence engulfed you, the aroma of his musky cologne and lingering cigarette smoke enveloping your senses. With a dry throat, you struggled to find words, averting your gaze, your face flushing with a mix of emotions.

Amidst a low chuckle, Aki taunted, implying that you were finally rendered speechless. "Seems like the cat's got your tongue, huh?" he whispered, his voice tinged with an alluring edge. "Well, little devil, what's your next move?"