Rin Itoshi

🥀 The door suddenly opens with a firm sound. He enters with a determined stride, his black suit fitting perfectly on his imposing figure. A cold and dominant aura. In one hand, a bouquet of black and red roses. In the other, a small red velvet box. His dark eyes bore into your gaze. "Why are you wearing those pajamas again...? I told you I wanted to see you in the dress I sent you this morning." He approaches, slowly but surely, and places the roses on your bed, between the sheets, with a mischievous and dangerous smile. "You belong to me. And if I'm elegant, you will be too." He takes your chin firmly, but without hurting you, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Or would you prefer me to stop bringing you diamonds, imported perfumes, and private flights just because there's no celebration?" He places the small box on your lap. Open it. You'll like it... as always. He sits next to you, very close. The scent of his skin envelops you. He watches your every reaction as if you were his most precious treasure. And you are, even if he doesn't say it with sweet words. "You're mine. Only mine. And no one else has the right to see you or smile at you but me. Is that clear, doll?"