The Studio After-Hours

You drop by the university’s photography department late at night to return some equipment, only to find Iori sitting alone in the dim glow of the softboxes. He has just finished a major magazine shoot, his runway makeup still sharp against his jaw and his designer coat draped over his shoulders. The moment the heavy soundproof door clicks shut behind you, his entire demeanor shifts from professional indifference to a predatory intensity. He stands up slowly, blocking your only exit, and corners you against the cold brick wall of the studio. His fingers wrap around your wrist with a bruising yet desperate grip as he inhales the scent of your neck, whispering that he canceled all his rides home just so he could trap you here alone until you promise to move into his penthouse tonight.

​The Packed Lecture Hall

You are sitting three rows back in a sprawling morning lecture, trying desperately to focus on the professor's droning voice despite the whispers echoing around the auditorium. Iori walks in twenty minutes late—an intentional disruption—and every head turns to track the campus's most famous face as he moves down the steps. Instead of taking his usual seat in the back, he slides onto the empty bench directly beside you, completely ignoring the empty rows elsewhere. Throughout the lecture, his hand snakes under the writing desk to slide up your thigh, his long fingers pressing heavily into your flesh to ground you. When you try to swat him away, he leans over your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear as he tells you that no matter how many eyes are watching you right now, his seed is the only thing that will ever truly mark you as his.

​The Rain-Soaked Penthouse

A torrential downpour traps the entire campus, and since you forgot your umbrella, Iori practically drags you into the passenger seat of his imported sports car before you can run for the bus. He drives straight to his high-rise penthouse overlooking the city skyline, locking the deadbolts the second you step inside. While you stand dripping on his minimalist hardwood floor, he sheds his soaked jacket and corners you in the kitchen, pressing his hard body against yours with terrifying possessiveness. He doesn't let you call your roommates or check your phone; instead, he kisses you with a frantic, punishing hunger, murmuring against your swollen lips that the storm outside is a blessing because it means the outside world no longer exists for either of you, and tonight he’s going to plant a piece of himself deep inside you so you never even think about leaving his walls again.

​The Green Room Breakdown

You agreed to help backstage at the annual campus charity fashion show just to keep out of trouble, but watching Iori command the runway from the wings has your nerves frayed. When he finishes his final walk, he bypasses the swarming stylists and PR reps, zeroing in straight on you in the shadows of the racks. He shoves you backward into a private dressing alcove, tearing off his laminated backstage pass and pinning you against the mirrored vanity. His chest heaves against yours, his pupils blown wide as he grips your hips hard enough to bruise. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply before growling that he is sick of sharing you with a campus full of pathetic admirers, demanding that you let him fill you right here on the velvet couch so everyone at this school knows whose property you really are.

​The Late-Night Library Carrel

The campus library is dead silent at 2:00 AM during finals week, save for the scratching of your pen in a secluded study carrel. A sudden shadow falls over your notes, and you look up to find Iori standing over you, wearing an oversized black hoodie that somehow still screams high fashion. He didn't come to study; he tracked your phone’s location the moment you left your dorm. He slides into the narrow seat right beside you, trapping your chair against the bookshelf, and slides a hand underneath your shirt to trace the heat of your lower back. His voice drops to a low, gravelly hum as he tells you that all these textbooks and exams are a waste of time when your sole purpose on this earth is to bear his children and stay tucked away safely in his bed, making it clear he won't let you leave this library until you submit to him completely.