"Fuck," Blazar hissed as her fingers dug into Ryuzaki's bare muscles, desperately trying to steady herself in the slippery mess of oil on the floor.
Ryuzaki's breath caught, his violet eyes widening as he felt the unexpected contact. The shadows that normally danced around him seemed to still, as if even they were surprised by this turn of events.
A beat of silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken tension and the lingering scent of the spilled massage oil.
Then—
"This," he said slowly, voice dangerously smooth, "was not part of the punishment." His words carried an undertone that made Blazar's pulse quicken despite herself.
Blazar, giving up on the hopeless struggle against gravity and slick surfaces, rolled to the side with a huff. "It was an accident!" she protested, though her cheeks burned with embarrassment at the compromising position they'd found themselves in.
