Bound By Name

The cold marble of the Himura estate's private lounge glistened under the overhead chandelier, but it did nothing to ease Ren's growing agitation. The room smelled like polished wood, aged whiskey, and a bitter dose of inevitability. He sat in silence, one leg bouncing restlessly. Dressed in black—tight jeans, a fitted turtleneck, silver chains peeking from under the collar—he looked every bit the rebel he was known to be. Across from him, calm as a glass lake, sat Kei Asakura. Charcoal gray suit. Cufflinks worth more than most people's monthly income. Hair styled with precision. Eyes sharper than daggers and twice as cold. "I see they didn't bother to tell you this wasn't a negotiation," Kei said finally, breaking the silence with a tone as dry as winter air. Ren scoffed. "I'm only here because my father threatened to cut me off. Not because I want to be bound to some uptight corporate robot with no soul." Kei didn't flinch. "Trust me, I don't want this either. But your family and mine decided this merger was more important than our feelings." Ren leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. "So what, we fake it? Play happy husbands for the media while we keep living separate lives?" Kei's eyes narrowed. "You'll stay out of my way. I'll stay out of yours. I don't care what you do with your nights. Just don't drag the Asakura name through the mud." Ren smirked. "Tsk. Cold already. I guess I shouldn't expect a wedding night." Kei stood slowly, buttoning his suit jacket. "Not unless you beg for it." Ren's smile vanished. The door clicked shut behind Kei, leaving Ren alone with the echo of humiliation and rage. The Wedding Day White flowers lined the aisle. Cameras flashed. Smiles were forced. Ren stood at the altar, looking like he wanted to set the place on fire. His parents sat in the front row, basking in the media attention like vultures feeding on dreams. Kei arrived, perfectly composed. The crowd sighed at the sight of him—an image of perfection and power. The vows were short. Legal. Loveless. "You may kiss the groom," the officiant said. Kei stepped forward, but Ren turned his head. The kiss landed on his cheek. The crowd laughed awkwardly. The media chalked it up to nerves. But Kei knew better. And so did Ren. The penthouse loomed quiet—far too quiet for two newlyweds. Ren kicked off his boots, the soft thud echoing as he tossed his jacket over a stool and went straight for the bar. He poured two fingers of whiskey and drank it all in one go. Behind him, Kei stepped in, removing his tie with smooth, deliberate fingers. He didn't say a word, just watched the way Ren leaned on the counter, face tight with frustration. "You always this cold?" Ren muttered without looking back. "You always this dramatic?" Kei responded evenly. Ren turned, leaning against the counter, glass still in hand. "Say what you want. At least I don't pretend this isn't a goddamn cage." Kei's eyes flicked downward, tracking the subtle movement of Ren's chest as he breathed—tight, fast, angry. "You gonna keep running your mouth," Kei said as he slowly approached, "or are you gonna do something with it?" Ren didn't flinch when Kei stepped into his space. "You wouldn't last a night with me," Ren said, breath hot. Kei's lips curled faintly. "Then prove me wrong." Then it happened. Their mouths crashed, hard—teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. Kei's hand fisted in Ren's shirt, dragging him forward. Ren's hands gripped Kei's blazer, shoving it off his shoulders as they stumbled through the living room. Clothes hit the floor fast. Ren's black turtleneck tore at the seams when Kei pulled it off roughly, revealing pale skin littered with tattoos and goosebumps. Kei shoved him onto the velvet couch, straddling his hips as their lips met again, deeper, hungrier. Ren moaned when Kei bit his lower lip—hard. Kei grinned against his mouth. "You like it rough, don't you?" "Keep talking and I'll flip you over," Ren panted. Kei leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Try me." Ren did. In the bedroom, it got desperate. Kei pressed him to the mattress, kissing down his chest, dragging his teeth over Ren's ribs, biting, licking, claiming every inch. Ren arched, gasping as Kei's fingers trailed down his side, teasing, then dipping lower. "Lube's in the drawer," Ren muttered. Kei retrieved it wordlessly, slicked his fingers, and returned to the bed. He didn't ask—he watched Ren's face as he slowly pressed a finger inside, then two, curling and twisting until Ren's thighs trembled and he hissed through gritted teeth. "Fuck... Kei..." "You sound good like that," Kei murmured, adding a third. When Ren was panting, gripping the sheets, Kei rolled on a condom, positioned himself at Ren's entrance, and paused. "You want this?" Ren glared. "If you don't move right now, I swear—" Kei thrust in, slow but deep. Ren's back arched. "f*****g hell..." Kei didn't stop. Each stroke was deliberate—grinding into Ren's sweet spot over and over until Ren was moaning uncontrollably, nails raking down Kei's back, legs locked tight around his waist. Their rhythm built into something brutal, intimate, almost hateful. Sweat slicked their bodies, skin meeting skin in a crescendo of breathy curses and gasps. Ren came first—loud, head thrown back, trembling beneath Kei's weight. Kei followed seconds later, biting down on Ren's shoulder as he came deep, body shuddering. They stayed like that for a moment—entangled, panting, too breathless to speak. Then Kei pulled out slowly, rolled off him, and stared up at the ceiling. Ren turned his back to him without a word. The silence returned. Colder than before. f**k they both look at each other as they said it simultaneously. How could i allow this to happen. Ren 'thought' Sighh So my people how was the first chapter hot right Be expecting more ❤️❤️ Pls like 🫢🫢