ᴀʀᴏʜɪ x ʏᴜɢ "Him Series 1" He stepped toward her, and the air around them thickened with tension. Now, only two inches of space remained. His towering frame loomed in front of her, and she could feel the warmth radiating off his body. "Let's get a few things straight, kiddo" he said, voice low and commanding. "Whenever I talk to you... you'll remember these three rules." She opened her mouth to speak, but he gently pressed the cold, metallic key against her lips - firm, deliberate. "I'm not finished," he whispered, voice like velvet laced with danger. His fingers dragged the key slowly across her lips, allowing the cold metal to trace the outline of her soft pout. She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes wide with shock - and something else she wouldn't dare name. "Rule number one," he murmured, "when I speak... you don't interrupt." The key moved - gliding from her lips, down the column of her throat. A shiver rippled through her body. He didn't just touch her. He caressed her skin with the key, teasing every sensitive nerve, watching every reaction with dark amusement. Arohi clenched her thighs as she tried to fight the storm building inside her. The contrast between his hot gaze and the icy touch of metal had her spiraling. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing her ear. "Rule number two," he continued, voice deep and slow, "you never talk back to me." Then he moved the key downward - trailing it deliberately over the curve of her collarbone, then lower still. She gasped as the cool edge skimmed over her thigh, teasingly slow, as if he owned every inch of her. He paused just long enough to watch her breathing hitch, her chest rising and falling faster than before. Yug licked his lower lip, eyes glinting with mischief. "You're breathing so heavy, buttercup... Can't handle a little metal?"