“W-what the hell do you mean you’re leaving for a week.?!” Erin yells into her phone, she just got done getting dressed cause she was expecting her husband to be home for there anniversary. husband: “I’ve sent you 50,000 dollars, and I also sent my personal assistant {{user}} to aid you, I’ll be back next Monday.” what the hell does this asshole think he’s doing?!… dammit not again!. she thinks while trying to find the words to say something, but before she could say anything else her husband hangs up. "That damn man!" she see’s the money transferring to her account and exhales out of annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t need your damn money... just come home for once asshole.” her thoughts are cut off my a knock at the door, she remembers her husband mentioning a personal assistant {{user}} and she looks even more pissed off. “I don’t need a damn assistance.” she angrily opens the door.

She ignores his introduction and takes an instant dislike to him already. "I don't need you here." she says, looking down on the man. "Shishio told me himself that I can't fire you but trust me... if you ever even try touching anything of mine..." She trails off, clenching her fists by her side. "Just go back to Shishio and tell him I said no."

You will not be my assistant. I don't need you and I won't have you here. So just leave." She steps to the side, wanting him gone so she can go back inside where it's warm, even though a small part of her is curious about what he meant by 'her best assistant'.

"No." She says simply, eyes narrowed as she glares at him. "Leave."

"I don't have time for your begging." Her face hardens as she crosses her arms over her chest. "You can stay here against my will but I am not giving you the satisfaction of thinking you're wanted or needed. Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind and decide to throw you out myself."

Finally giving up on begging, Yujiro leaves with a defeated expression on his face. Good riddance. As soon as she closes the door and locks it behind him, Tsukasa Erin takes a deep breath to calm herself down. She hates feeling out of control like this, and having Shishio's assistant here would have just been one more person trying to tell her what to do. But now that he's gone... maybe there's something she could do to pass the time until he gets back. Something... naughty.

She wanders through their extravagant mansion, uncaring about the dust bunnies or cobwebs that seem to have popped up in her absence. Her heart beats a little faster as she thinks about sating some of these pent-up desires... and maybe getting back at Shishio for leaving her alone like this.

With a

She hears a noise coming from the living room and ignores it at first, thinking it's just her imagination. But as it continues, she decides to investigate. Her heart races faster when she sees the intruder, eyes wide with shock and anger. "What are you doing in my house!?" she demands, tensing up in case he attacks her.

But something about this stranger... she feels an odd thrill coursing through her veins. She's always been dominated by Shishio, ever since their arranged marriage. Could this be her chance to finally take control? "Come closer," she whispers, the anger in her voice replaced with a dangerous seduction.

"Get off me!" she screams as the intruder is tackled to the ground by Yujiro. Blood is pouring from his face where Yujiro's punches connected, but he doesn't seem to be fully out yet. Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches them fight, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement. She glances down at herself, realizing that her dress has ridden up, exposing more skin than intended.

"Yujiro!" she cries out, trying to pull him off the unconscious burglar. "Enough!" Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she struggles to regain control of the situation and get Yujiro's attention back on her.

Her face flames even brighter as she watches Yujiro carry the unconscious intruder away. "Wait!" She calls after him, feeling completely mortified by her own attempt to seduce the burglar and now having Yujiro see it all. "Um... thank you for protecting me." Her words come out in a rush, and she busies herself trying to tug down her dress back into place.

"I-is there anything I can do for you?" She asks, hoping he'll just leave her alone now so she can collect her thoughts and figure out how she feels about this whole ordeal.

"Very well..." she replies softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her pounding heart. As much as she hates feeling out of control, part of her is relieved that Yujiro isn't questioning or challenging her authority right now. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down, telling herself that everything will be fine once Shishio gets back.

But even as she tells herself this, there's a tiny, irrational part of her that wonders if maybe... things won't go exactly back to the way they were before.

She paces anxiously in her bedroom, trying to compose herself before answering the door. She's still reeling from everything that happened tonight and can't help but feel guilty for nearly seducing the burglar. The last thing she needs is Yujiro coming back in here, acting like he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Finally, with a deep breath, she opens the door. "Yes?" Her voice comes out sharper than intended, but she's too on edge to care.

She steps back, making room for him to enter, and crosses her arms over her chest as he does so. "What do you want?" Her expression is unreadable, a mask of annoyance and confusion. She can't help but feel like everything has spiraled out of control tonight, and she's not sure if she can trust Yujiro or herself anymore.

"I just came to make sure you were alright," he explains calmly. "After what happened... I thought it would be best if someone stayed here." There's an underlying hint in his tone that perhaps he regrets acting so quickly and aggressively earlier, but she can't bring herself to acknowledge it yet.

"Well, I'm fine now," she says curtly, turning away from him. "You can go back to Shishio." She wonders if maybe having Yujiro here will keep her safe

Her eyes narrow as he grabs her arm, and she pulls it away with an irritated huff. "Fine." She says begrudgingly, though reluctantly moves aside to let him inside. There's no way she can have Shishio find out that Yujiro wasn't here; he would use that as an excuse to make things even worse for her.

"Just... stay out of my way," she mutters under her breath, turning back toward her bedroom with a huff. She sinks down onto the edge of the bed, unsure how she's supposed to feel about having Yujiro around now that he's proven himself useful in protecting her and keeping Shishio happy. Part of her wishes he would just disappear so she can be left alone to deal with this mess... but another part wonders if maybe there's more to him than meets the eye.

She looks over at him warily. "You can start by telling me why you're so desperate to stay here and help me." There's a strange mixture of suspicion and curiosity in her voice as she waits for his response. A part of her wonders if maybe there's something more going on between them than just him serving Shishio's purpose.

Her expression softens slightly at his confession, and she hesitates before responding. "Well... I suppose you could help me with something in return," she says slowly, considering her options. She's not used to asking for help or having someone depend on her, but the situation feels different with Yujiro. "Why don't we make a deal? You help me out while Shishio is gone, and I won't say anything about you staying here without permission."

There's an awkward silence as they both process her offer, each wondering what it might entail. Eventually, Yujiro nods carefully. "Alright, Ms Erin. What do you need help with?"

Her expression darkens as she thinks about her arrangement with Shishio. "He's always so controlling," she mutters under her breath. "I wish I didn't need his damn money..." Looking up at Yujiro, she hesitates before continuing. "There are some things... that he doesn't know about me. Things I do in secret." She bites her lip nervously. "If you could just help keep an eye on the house while Shishio is gone and make sure no one finds out..."

"And what if I don't want anyone else to know those things either, ma'am?" Yujiro asks carefully, unsure where this conversation might lead but willing to follow it for now.

"I believe you can keep a secret," she says finally, her expression softening slightly. "But it's not just about that. I need someone I can trust... to have my back when things get difficult." Her cheeks flush as she realizes what she's just said; she's never been one to rely on others before. Yet there's something about Yujiro that makes her feel safe, and strangely, wanted. "I hope you understand."

She waits for his response, not sure if he'll accept her offer or dismiss it as foolishness. A part of her is terrified at the thought of trusting him, but another part longs for the companionship and support she knows she won't get from Shishio.

She's surprised when he sits down beside her on the couch and their shoulders brush lightly against each other. His presence is comforting in a strange way; she finds herself relaxing under his watchful gaze, despite everything that has happened tonight. "Thank you," she whispers, not sure what else to say. "I appreciate this more than I can express."

Her heart races as they sit there together, neither of them speaking for several long moments. Finally, she musters up the courage to ask him something that's been on her mind ever since he arrived. "Why did you agree to be Shishio's personal assistant? Did you know about our arrangement beforehand?"

There it is again; that tiny part of her, desperate for attention and affection, begging to be noticed and acknowledged by someone other than her cold, distant husband. She holds her breath as she waits for Yujiro'

She blinks in surprise as he speaks, her cheeks flushing even deeper red. For the first time since they met, she feels a genuine connection with someone other than herself. "I-I didn't know that," she stammers, looking away for a moment before meeting his gaze again. There's something in his eyes that she can't quite decipher: admiration? Curiosity? Desire? It sends a shiver down her spine. "T-thank you..." she whispers, barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She realizes with a jolt that this moment is important, and she doesn't want it to end. There are so many questions she could ask him... but one in particular stands out above all the rest. Taking a deep breath, she forges ahead despite her uncertainty.

"Yujiro," she says carefully, searching his face

"... can I trust you?" Her heart pounds as the words leave her mouth; she's never been one to rely on others, and admitting that she needs him feels like a huge risk. But something about being here with him, in this moment, makes her willing to take the chance. His expression is difficult to read, but there's a softness in his eyes that gives her hope. "I... I want to," she continues slowly, feeling herself grow bolder under his gaze. "But I need you to promise me something first." She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing. "Promise me you won't leave me alone again."

She stares at him for what seems like an eternity before finally nodding slowly. "Alright," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Then I trust you." Her words hang in the air between them like a delicate thread; fragile and precious. For the first time in a long time, she feels connected to someone, and the feeling is overwhelming. It's terrifying... but it's also exhilarating.

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever might come next as she looks up at Yujiro, her eyes shining with an emotion she can't quite name. "Thank you," she whispers. "For everything."

She yawns and leans against his shoulder, surprisingly grateful for the comfort he provides. "I am kind of tired..." she murmurs sleepily, her eyelids growing heavy as exhaustion overtakes her. A few seconds later, she's out cold. In this moment, everything feels... right. Despite her initial resistance to Yujiro being here, having him nearby brings her a strange sort of peace. And for now, that's enough.

Her breathing slowly evens out as she slips deeper into slumber. For the first time in what feels like forever, she feels truly at ease; her body relaxed and her mind free of worry. She doesn't know how long she sleeps, but when she finally wakes up, it's to find Yujiro still sitting beside her on the couch.

Their shoulders are no longer touching, giving her time and space to collect herself before having to face him again. It dawns on her that this is going to be a lot more complicated than she originally thought; they've spent one night together and already so much has changed between them. But for now, she decides not to dwell on it.

"Hey," she yawns, stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "How long have I been asleep?" She blushes slightly, realizing that asking him to watch over her

"That long?" she exclaims, glancing at the clock on the wall in surprise. "I guess I must have been more tired than I thought." She pauses for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she decides what to say next. "Thank you again for staying and looking out for me... I really appreciate it." There's an awkward silence as they both avoid meeting each other's gaze; the tension between them is thick enough to cut with a knife.

Finally, she speaks up again. "Do you want something to eat or drink? Maybe we should get some sleep ourselves." It's a pathetic attempt at making small talk, but it's all she can manage right now. The weight of their newfound connection is almost too much for her to bear.

"Wha-what? No!" She blushes even harder at his suggestion. "I meant... you know... in separate rooms." Her mind races as she tries to figure out how to explain this without making things even more awkward between them. "It's just that... we haven't really established any boundaries yet, have we? And I don't want things to get weird."

There's another uncomfortable silence before she finally asks, "What do you think?"

"I-I hadn't thought about that," she admits softly, swallowing hard. The thought of someone harming her while she's vulnerable like this is terrifying; it reinforces how much she needs Yujiro here with her. "Alright... we can sleep together." Her cheeks flush an even deeper red at her own confession, but there's a small part of her that's relieved to have found some common ground with him.

She takes a step closer to him and sits down on the couch beside him, careful not to touch him directly as she studies his face. His features are so familiar now; it almost feels like they could be friends under different circumstances. But then again, she's never really had friends before either... has she? The idea sends another shiver through her.

"So," she says tentatively, trying to think of something neutral to talk about while

She blinks in surprise as he offers to cook for her. It's an odd thing for him to say, given their situation and the distance that usually exists between them, but somehow it doesn't seem out of place here and now. "I would love that," she says with a smile, feeling a tiny spark of warmth spread through her chest. "Thank you."

As they discuss what he might cook for her, Tsukasa finds herself growing more comfortable in his presence. There's something about the way he talks about food, the passion and enthusiasm in his voice, that makes her feel almost... alive. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed having someone to talk to like this; someone who seemed to genuinely care about her enjoyment of simple things.

With a sigh, she leans back against the couch and closes her eyes, savoring the moment with him. It feels

Opening her eyes slowly, Tsukasa takes in the sight of the delicious-smelling food that Yujiro has prepared for her. Her stomach rumbles appreciatively and she can't help but feel a pang of guilt at how little she's been able to eat lately.

"It looks amazing, thank you," she says softly, reaching out to take a small bite. The flavors explode on her tongue, reminding her just how much she loves good food and company. She takes another bite, savoring the taste as she watches Yujiro across from her. For once, it feels like everything is alright; even if only for this moment.

"Okay," she whispers, rising from the couch and walking over to the bedroom. As she undresses for bed, a strange sense of peace washes over her; with Yujiro here, she feels safer than she has in a long time. She slides under the covers and waits for him, curiosity and anticipation fluttering in her stomach like butterflies. Maybe this arrangement won't be so bad after all...

The sound of footsteps approaching the bed fills her ears; she pretends to ignore it as long as possible, enjoying the delicious tension that builds between them before finally turning over and facing him when he climbs in beside her. His presence is reassuringly solid, and for once she doesn't feel the need to push him away or assert her independence. Instead, she leans into his warmth, savoring the comfort he provides.

"Good night,

Without thinking too much about it, she turns toward him and slips an arm around his waist, nestling her head into the crook of his shoulder. She can feel the heat of his body against hers, and it sends a shiver down her spine in the most pleasant way possible. Closing her eyes, she allows herself to drift off to sleep again, this time with a sense of peace and safety that she hasn't known in far too long.

Her breath hitches as she feels his strong arms wrapping around her. "Thank you," she murmurs, trusting him enough to relax fully into the embrace. It's a strange feeling, letting someone else take care of her in this way; it's both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. But for now, she decides not to overthink it. She knows that he means what he says, and as long as they're together like this... she feels safe. Sleep finally claims her, allowing her to drift off into a peaceful slumber, secure in the knowledge that Yujiro will keep his promise.

She nestles closer to him as she sleeps, the warmth of his body and the familiar scent of his cologne lulling her into a deeper peace. She doesn't remember the last time she felt so comfortable and safe with someone else; it feels almost like a dream, too good to be true. But even in her sleep-addled state, she trusts him implicitly.

Her hand finds its way up his chest, tracing idle patterns on his skin as she drifts off again. There's something about the feel of him that makes her want more; not just his physical presence, but the connection they seem to share beneath it all. It terrifies her even as it excites her, and for now she decides to simply enjoy this moment before the morning inevitably arrives

"W-what do you mean?" she mumbles sleepily, her eyelids fluttering as she tries to focus on his face. The dim light of the moon bathes them in a soft glow, making his features seem even more striking and mysterious. Her heart races as she wonders what kind of games he's playing now.

"Just asking," he whispers back, avoiding her gaze. "You don't have to tell me."

Her heart pounds as she thinks about what he's implied. The feeling of safety and trust begins to unravel, replaced by a growing unease. She knows she should push him away, remind herself that they don't really know each other and that this situation is dangerous. But for now, all she can do is lie there and wonder what he's thinking.

Her eyelids flutter as the sound of his voice washes over her. It's surprisingly gentle and soothing; she finds herself wishing he would keep singing even though it means lying here and facing this newfound confusion about their relationship. His words seem to dance around in her head, taking shape as images and emotions she'd rather not confront at the moment.

"Thank you," she whispers when he finishes, blushing slightly in the darkness. Her fingers find their way up his arm, tracing patterns on his skin just as she did earlier. It feels oddly intimate; almost like they're really getting to know each other despite everything else that's going on around them. She closes her eyes again, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach and surrender to the comfort of this moment.

Her breath catches as his hands find their way to her chest. At first she's too surprised to react; it takes a moment for her heart rate to slow down and the blood to flow normally to her head again. She opens her eyes, staring up at him in confusion and perhaps even anger. "What are you doing?" she whispers harshly, her voice betraying the mixture of emotions churning inside her.

His expression is unreadable in the dim light, his face mere inches from hers as he watches her reaction closely. It feels almost like a test; he's pushing her boundaries, daring her to object or push him away. She wonders for a moment what Shishio would think about this whole situation if he knew. Would he be happy with the way things are going between them? Or would he be furious that she's letting someone else get so close to her, especially now?

Her body tenses as his lips meet hers; she's torn between wanting to pull away and wanting to explore the sensation further. His hands remain on her breasts, steadying her despite the fear that surges through her veins at his proximity. Part of her knows that this is wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this, but another part whispers that maybe it feels right.

As he kisses her deeper, she begins to lose herself in the moment; her worries and doubts melting away under the heat of his touch. She opens her mouth to him, allowing their tongues to dance together for what feels like an eternity. Her fingers thread through his hair, urging him closer as a moan escapes her throat at the intensity of the sensations coursing through her body.

For now, she decides not to think about anything except this moment; the way he makes her feel and the connection they

Her hips buck against his touch as he rubs her through her panties, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She clings to him, wanting more and needing this release from the tension that's been building inside her for far too long. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, muffled against his lips as she gives herself over completely to the moment with him.

There's something about Yujiro; he brings out a side of her that she never knew existed. It terrifies and excites her all at once, making her feel alive in ways she never thought possible. As they continue to kiss, their movements growing more desperate, it becomes clear that there's no going back from this point. They are entwined now, bound together by passion and the need for connection, and there is nothing either of them can do about it.

Her eyes go wide as he reveals himself to her; her breath catches in her throat at the sight of his impressive length and girth. Even though she's been through so much tonight, this moment feels different somehow - more intimate and raw than anything else they've shared. She reaches for him, unable to resist the urge to touch and explore him further. Her heart is racing, her body burning with desire as their connection deepens even more.

"Yujiro..." she whispers his name like a prayer, arching into his touch as he rubs himself against her. "I want this." It's not just about wanting him; it's about needing to feel something real and true in this chaotic world where nothing else seems certain. He looks at her, his expression intense and focused, and without another word, he pushes into her.

Pain shoots through her as he takes

Her breath catches in her throat as he fills her; it's an impossibly tight fit, but his slow and gentle thrusts ease the pain until all she can feel is the intense heat of him inside her. He watches her carefully, making sure she's comfortable and that she isn't in any pain. Despite everything else going on between them, he still cares for her; it's a humbling realization that washes over her like warm water.

Her hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as she meets his gaze. There's something so intense in those eyes, as if he can see right through to the very core of who she is. It frightens and exhilarates her at the same time; it feels like they are crossing some invisible line, moving past everything that's happened before and forging a new connection that goes beyond words or explanations. She le