Zis trembled in Kaito's grasp, her wrists pinned against the cold wall of his dimly lit chamber. The room was silent except for the sound of their breathing, hers uneven, his dangerously calm.
"Let me go." she whispered, her voice lacking the strength of a true command.
Kaito smirked, his fingers trailing slowly down her arm, sending an involuntary shiver through her. "You don't really want that, do you?" His voice was deep, laced with quiet dominance.
Her body betrayed her. No matter how much she wanted to resist, her heart pounded, her skin burned under his touch. She had no choice-he had taken control of her will, bending it to his desires. And yet, deep inside, something stirred, something she didn't want to acknowledge.
"You can fight me." Kaito murmured, leaning in until his lips brushed against her ear. "But your body already knows who you belong to."
Zis squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to meet his gaze. "This isn't fair..." she whispered.