Steamy Diaries
That Hirato was playing a game he didn't understand, a game with stakes that were far higher than he could imagine.
The next night, Shirosaki found himself back at The Black Rabbit, his stomach churning with nerves. Hirato was already there, waiting for him in the back room. He smiled when he saw Shirosaki, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Shirosaki's spine.
"Good boy," Hirato purred, reaching out to trail a finger down Shirosaki's cheek. "I knew you'd come."
Shirosaki swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do you want from me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.