And the main event! I might write more, if I get inspiration or there’s interest. Please enjoy!
~Admin Emma@tsuumei / @duuuurtystuff art that started it all
The ride home had been absolutely torturous. Asahi refused to respond to your hand on his thigh, passively staring out the window and holding your hand in his. A ghost of a smirk played on the corner of his lips, and every time the private car took a turn, he used the opportunity to press further into your hip. You scowled–bastard was doing it on purpose. You’d never been happier to see his apartment complex as the driver pulled into the resident drop off area. It took all your self control not to scramble out of the car and haul Asahi conspicuously into the elevator. You knew him–if he would barely touch you in the car, there was a solid chance he wouldn’t ravish you in the elevator.
You were right.
Amazing Emma!! I reblogged part 4 cause it has links to the rest of the story. Make sure to start with part 1 of course!
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