A/N: I've been thinking of this all day (I know I'm horrible) BUT ALSO I got to thinking what if Tsukushi and Tsukasa didn't meet when they were in high school...what if they met much much later when they were bitter adults...? And the below Prologue was born. This sounds like a super smutty story and tbh it probably might be but it's definitely going to have a plot...that's just going to come in Chapter 1 :D
Without further ado, the prologue that's been running through my mind.
"Take off your clothes," He growls approaching her with steps that thundered in this tiny excuse of a room and Makino Tsukushi dropped her jaw aghast as was expected off her, raised her hand in its tell tale motion to slap the living shits out of this demonic monster who only echoed his sentiment as he held her hand tight in his grasp, no doubt able to feel the betraying pumps of her heart struggling to stay confident in this situation.
"Excuse me?! Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I am a man of few words and a man of even less patience, I said take off your clothes Miss Makino and you have yourself what you came for."
"I refuse to stand here and be treated like some two-bit prostitute-"
He snickered in a particularly devilish fashion as his shoulders seemed to tower over her forehead and she felt the heat from his bare chest warm her already heated face. Any closer and she'd burst aflame. "Prostitutes ask for less than what you have and have far more charm. I'd rather characterize you as a a thorn in my side, a bad bone in my rib I wish to remove, like a rotten Eve. I've listened to you chatter on and on about the rights of the company you're working for and how I'm the son of the devil for even trying to do what makes the most logical sense- so let me show you Miss Makino. I am the son of the devil, and I am a horrible person and I have no issues with pushing you past what you're comfortable with. And I know while this is what you want, you are entirely too uncomfortable with this to make the move yourself so let me do it for you." His hand landed beside her face, not quite touching her skin. "And do you know why I'm so confident?"
She glowered, her façade as strong as ever because at the end of the day, no matter how her veins and her skin reacted to the touch of this man she knew in her mind he was a sick sadisitic bastard that she needed to stay away from if she wanted to hold onto her company and her sanity.
And yet her mouth betrayed her when she felt his thumb run slowly by the skin around her ear, expertly tucking away the loose strands of hair around her face. "Why?"
Tsukasa could have laughed but he settled for a smirk. He'd defeated her, the way her breath shuddered past her lips, the way he could practically feel the sweat off her pores and barely had to hold her heart close to him to feel how nervous she really was here beside him.
So he settled for a smirk, knowing that he, Tsukasa Domyouji, had succeeded. He always knew the prey's tell, and it was why he was such a great lawyer. Smart he may not be, but cunning, shrewd, and extremely good at the practice of satisfaction he was. It had got him everywhere and he would use it today to get to where he needed this girl before him, Tsukushi, to be.
His palm slid behind her neck as he brought her face close to his. "I see the way you breathe when we're together past a decent hour, and your fingers just barely smell like sex every time you come past I shake your hands like you need something to take the edge off if you're going to be spending three or more hours with me…now," His other hand trailed the side of her frame and she gasped. "I know the type of girl you are, I know you don't kiss people you don't like but I do and I love the idea of me taking the place of –"
She whimpered as she felt him crawl past the barrier of silk between her and his hand. She leaned against the door clutching the side of the walls he'd cornered her turning her back against the door. "Now Miss Makino, will you take your clothes off or would you prefer that I did it for you?"