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As you stood in front of your full-length mirror, you couldn't help but feel the slightest twinge of disappointment. The dress that you were planning to wear to the prestigious nightclub tonight was absolutely stunning; the black fabric of the dress clung to every curve of your body, hugging your figure in all the right places. The neckline dipped low, teasing a hint of cleavage, while the hemline rose high, showing off your toned legs. The material was silky smooth, cool to the touch, and felt like liquid against your skin, unfortunately however, it was also a size too small. You had hoped that it would magically fit, but alas, the zipper refused to budge beyond the small of your back.
Frustrated, and because you had no other choice, you called out for Ranpo, who had been lounging in the living room downstairs. As he made his way up to your room, you could hear the muffled sound of his footsteps on the stairs.
When he entered the room, his eyes immediately locked onto your reflection in the mirror. His eyes noticeably widened at the sight of you in your little black dress. It was the epitome of sexiness, a dress that demanded attention, and left little to the imagination. Your hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down your back, and your makeup was expertly done, emphasising your features in a way that left Ranpo momentarily speechless. Meanwhile, you also couldn't resist sneaking a glance at Ranpo's reflection in the mirror. He looked sharp in a crisp, black shirt with a few buttons left unbuttoned at the top, revealing a glimmer of his chest. The dim light glinted off his reading glasses, making him look all the more mysterious and alluring. And his scent—a subtle blend of sandalwood and mint—was heady, almost intoxicating.
You knew that he had caught you ogling at him when you saw his throat working a convulsive swallow. "What do you want?" He asked, his tone phlegmatic, schooling his features into a mask of impassivity. He wasn't fooling anyone, especially not you.
"Can you zip me up, please?" You asked, offering him a small smile and fluttering your lashes, hoping he'd say yes.
Ranpo hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. He had been trying his best to avoid any sort of physical contact with you, ever since what happened that night in the gazebo. Yes, he remembered it as clear as day. Yes, he replayed it in his mind more times than he cared to admit and yes, it drove him crazy in a way that he couldn't quite comprehend himself. He wanted to say no, he wanted to turn around and leave the room as quickly as he came, but the pleading look on your face was too much to resist, and he reluctantly made his way over to you.
The air between you crackled with tension as he reached for the zipper, his fingers brushing against your bare skin. He paused for a moment when he noticed something intriguing on your back. He furrowed his brows, trying to get a better look. His gaze locked onto a tattoo of a lotus flower, intricately designed and etched onto your skin. Its petals seemed to bloom with an ethereal quality, as if the ink itself were alive. Ranpo's eyes traced the lines of the flower, admiring its beauty and the way it contoured with the curves of your back. For a moment, he was lost in thought, wondering about the significance behind the tattoo. His gaze instantly flicked up to your face. For a fleeting second, his eyes seemed to soften, and you wondered what he could have been thinking. You could feel the heat emanating from his body, and your own heart began to unwittingly race in response.
