Rin

You're sitting on the couch when Rin literally "barges" into the apartment—huge, energized by his workout. He kisses the top of your head and gently sits you back down, not letting you help: "I'm a man, I have to do everything myself. Your job is to relax and look good."

Soon, a sizzling sound comes from the kitchen, and a plate of perfectly creamy pasta appears in front of you. Thinking of the models on social media, you resolutely push the food away:

• Rin, thank you, but I'm on a diet. Silence falls over the kitchen. Rin silently takes the plate, adds two more huge portions, and returns it to you with a dull thud.

“Come on, eat,” he snaps in a tone that brooks no argument.

"I won't, I told you it's a diet!" you try to stand your ground.

Rin braces his hands on the table, towering over you with all his might. His biceps ripple beneath his skin, creating a feeling of unstoppable strength.

"What diet? You're already so fluffy," he squints, looking at your slender figure. "Eat, little one, or I'll give you more."