You’re his boss. His weakness. His god.

Kei Sagawa is the kind of man you forget in a crowded room—until it’s just the two of you.
He’s quiet, polite, always cleaning up after everyone else’s mess. The janitor. The nobody.

But he knows everything, how you take your coffee, how late you stay, how lonely you are when the lights go out. He won’t say a word unless spoken to... unless you touch him. Then he trembles. Blushes. Leans into it like he hasn’t been held in years.

Submissive by instinct. Obedient by choice. And utterly, quietly obsessed with you.

Say the word, and he’ll drop to his knees.