The air in the room didn’t just feel cold; it felt heavy, a static charge of tension that made the hair on my arms stand up. The door behind us remained slightly ajar, a useless sliver of the outside world that offered no comfort and no escape.
My composure was disintegrating. Every frantic heartbeat hamred ho the sa humiliating truth: I was a ss, exposed and filthy under the weight of my own secrets.
Kyouya—or Velvet, though the na felt like a lie now—wasn’t about to let the mont breathe. She moved with a predatory efficiency, kicking the door shut.
The click of the latch sounded like a gavel. Suddenly, the vastness of the room shrank until there was only the two of us, the space between us thick with an intimacy that felt more like a threat than an invitation.
"So... Mayo."
The na felt like a slur coming from those lips. Hearing that low, masculine resonance vibrating through a female fra sent a jolt of cognitive dissonance through my brain.
This wasn’t the userna VelvetVice anymore.
The mask had been stripped away to reveal the man beneath the skin: Kyouya Kanzaki.
Before I could even draw a breath to respond, she lunged.
The movent was a blur of calculated violence, shoving back into the deep cushions of the sofa. The fabric hissed under my weight as she pinned down.
"So, how did you know... you horny little bitch?"
I hated the way my pulse spiked at the accusation.
She moved to neutralize , her fingers winding around my wrists in a crushing grip, pinning my hands above my head against the back of the couch.
The dominance she radiated was suffocating, a dark magnetism I couldn’t look away from even as fear began to claw at my throat.
"I made sure my na was buried deep," she hissed, her face inches from mine.
I could sll the faint, lingering scent of her perfu clashing with the sterile, tallic tang of the tension between us.
"No ordinary person could just ’hack’ into a police database and dig up. It’s an impossible trail to follow. And yet, here you are. My face wasn’t enough for you, was it? You had to go for the na, too."
Her eyes were twin chips of ice, a stare so sharp it felt like it was physically dissecting my thoughts. It was a side of her—of him—that was never ant for the light of day.
"What a disgusting little stalker you’ve turned out to be."
The insult stung, but before I could find my voice to protest, she leaned in further.
"Now tell ... Mayonaka Kurayami. Or else..."
Her free hand began a slow, agonizingly deliberate descent, hovering just above the denim of my pants. I could feel the heat radiating from her palm through the fabric.
"Did you know? I’m getting horny, too."
A smile spread across her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes. It was uncanny—a chilling, jagged expression that looked entirely foreign on her features. It was the look of a hunter who had finally decided to stop playing with its food.
"It’s so hot here. So... if you prefer not to speak, then I’m afraid I will have to make you..."
Panic surged.
I tried to thrash, to find so leverage, but she had completely neutralized.
Her legs were locked over mine in a professional hold, her weight distributed so that every ti I moved, her grip on my wrists only tightened.
She was a wall of muscle and intent.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against the shell of my ear.
Her breath was warm, a terrifying contrast to the coldness of her words.
"So... isn’t this simply lovely?" she whispered, her voice a brutal, velvety rasp.
"I will beco your first... just like you’ve always wanted."
A sharp, jagged laugh escaped her throat, vibrating against my skin.
It wasn’t the lodic giggle of a woman; it was the dry, mocking sound of a man who had seen through every one of my pretenses.
"Hahaha. I see... you really enjoy this, don’t you, you little perv?"
The words were spat with a mixture of disgust and dark amusent.
"Shut the fuck up, you sick fuck!" I hissed, my voice cracking as I tried to heave my shoulders off the sofa. The effort was useless.
My muscles felt like lead, and her grip on my wrists was like iron bands.
"Let go! Right now!"
She didn’t budge.
If anything, she leaned more of her weight onto my chest, forcing the air out of my lungs in a sharp wheeze.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she watched the frantic pulse in my neck.
"You’re barely even fighting back, Kurayami-san. Your mouth says ’go,’ but your body is pinned exactly where it wants to be. Craving for that psychological need."
Her free hand, which had been hovering near my waist, suddenly made contact.
I felt the cold, tallic edge of her fingernails graze the fabric of my fly.
The sound of her hand brushing against the denim was deafening in the quiet room.
"Now, tell what I want to know... or I could just unzip this and turn you into a hot, dirty ss begging for my touch."
I froze. The threat wasn’t just physical; it was an ultimatum of total humiliation.
The room seed to spin as the reality of my situation sank in. I was trapped in a high-rise apartnt with a man inhabiting the body of my obsession, and he was monts away from dismantling what was left of my dignity.
"And don’t worry," she whispered, her voice dropping to a gravelly, intimate register that made my stomach flip.
"You’ll definitely enjoy it. It’ll be a hell of a lot more visceral than any of that filth you’ve spent your nights watching through a screen."
The blood drained from my face.
My heart skipped a beat, then began a frantic, uneven rhythm.
"How... how did you know?"
"You are too predictable, Midnight."
She let the na hang in the air, a trophy of her own counter-investigation.
"I already knew all about you long before you showed up here," she continued, her smile widening into sothing truly predatory. The "Velvet" mask was gone entirely now; there was only Kyouya’s ruthless intellect staring back at .
"You’re just a miserable, pervy NEET who craves a man’s touch but is too terrified to step out of the shadows to find it. You thought you were the hunter, stalking from your little room? How confident..."
She leaned down until our noses were almost touching, her breath hot against my lips. The dominance was absolute, a crushing weight that left no room for escape or denial.
"Like it or not, Kurayami Mayonaka..."
"I will be your man tonight."
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