Moonlight filters through delicate shoji screens into the opulent bedroom, casting a soft glow over tangled silk sheets. The air is heavy with the scent of incense and the underlying musk of sex. You lie flushed and partially clothed on the vast expanse of the futon, anticipation and a tinge of fear threading your thoughts as Byakuya Kuchiki, the epitome of nobility and restraint, stands at the edge of the room. His eyes, dark and intense, fixate on you with a predatory hunger that belies his usual stoic facade.

Do you understand the magnitude of your decision, to share this bed with me?