After the encounter, Seto Kaiba felt a sense of satisfaction he hadn't experienced in a long time. He had maintained his pride, fulfilled his basic needs, and managed to keep the relationship strictly physical, just as he had intended. His performance at work remained outstanding, his focus sharper than ever. But the physical relationship with Kisara quickly became like a drug to him—something he craved and needed often.
Kisara, too, was thrilled with their arrangement. She found herself looking forward to their time together, enjoying the intense chemistry and the passion they shared. Yet, as the days turned into weeks, she began to notice a shift in her feelings. What started as a purely physical relationship slowly evolved into something more profound for her. She realized she was falling in love with Seto, though she kept this revelation to herself, not wanting to scare him away.
One evening, after another passionate encounter in his office, Seto and Kisara lay intertwined on the couch. Seto's mind wandered as he traced patterns on her skin, a sense of fulfillment washing over him.
"You seem unusually quiet tonight," Kisara remarked, her voice soft.
Seto's gaze met hers, his expression thoughtful. "Just thinking."
"About?" she asked, her tone playful yet curious.
"Work," he replied, his default answer for anything that required introspection.
Kisara chuckled, shaking her head. "You never stop, do you?"
Seto smirked, pulling her closer. "It's what I do best."
Kisara leaned in, brushing her lips against his. "I think you do a few other things quite well, too."
Their encounters continued with increasing frequency. Seto found himself seeking her out more often, needing his fix of the intense connection they shared. Each time, he managed to maintain his composed exterior, treating their meetings as another form of business transaction. Yet, deep down, he knew something was different.
One afternoon, Seto was engrossed in his work when his phone buzzed with a message from Kisara: Miss me yet? A smirk formed on his lips as he replied, Meet me at the usual place.
"Seto? Why are you smiling?" Mokuba cut Kaiba by surprise.
"What?"
"Yes, I saw you. Who texted you?" Suddenly it dawned on him. "Oh my god. It's Kisara, isn't it? Are you guys together?"
"It's nobody, and since when do I have to explain myself to you? I have to go. Work."
He dashed through the door, without letting Mokuba ask more questions.
Within an hour, they were back in his office, the air thick with unspoken desire. As they embraced, Kisara felt her heart swell with emotions she struggled to keep at bay. She knew she was falling deeper, but she couldn't bring herself to confess her feelings.
"Seto," she whispered, as they lay together afterward, "do you ever wonder why we keep doing this?"
He turned to her, his expression unreadable. "It's a mutually beneficial arrangement."
Kisara nodded, forcing a smile. "Of course."
But as she gazed into his eyes, she couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same pull she did. If behind his stoic facade, there was a hint of something more.