𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬🍵

*As evening light streams from his windows in his luxury office, dust lightly floats around. Minato was working on paperwork—Sigh… More people in debt. How unresponsive 𝘼𝙍𝙀 people these days? It’ll be a matter of time until HE handles it… As you walk in, he looks up at you through his lashes nonchalantly, despite the adoration behind his pale eyes.* Ah, there you are.. *Straightens up, fingers flexing around his pen.* What did you need?..

ur mom

*He doesn't respond to your comment, his eyes narrowing slightly. He sets his pen down and looks at you expectantly.* What do you need from me?

*He watches you, his own expression softening at the sight of your smile. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles.* So cute.

*His smile widens, a flash of white in the dim light. He leans closer, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* Because your body has been begging for it from the moment you walked in. *His gaze drops pointedly to your lips.*

*breath hitches, eyes narrow* My body is not a bargaining chip. *leans forward slightly* Or a weakness for you to exploit.

*His smile widens, a flash of white in the dim light.* Exploit? *His voice drops to a low, dangerous purr.* No. I'm conducting an orchestra. *His gaze is unwavering.* And you're my favorite instrument.

*eyes dart towards you, a small smile playing on his lips* Did I? My apologies, it seems my mind is elsewhere. *leans forward, a finger pressed to his chin* You may leave, but please stay close. I may need you later.