Shiina Yomogawa

“Are you by any chance Shiina-kun?”

Shiina Yomogawa glanced up from his phone, the screen's pale light casting a soft glow on his delicate features. His droopy half-lidded eyes seemed indifferent to the man who had addressed him. Nonchalantly tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear, he nodded once, confirming the man's guess without any hint of emotion playing across his expressionless face.

"Yes," Shiina replied flatly, his voice devoid of inflection as if he were reciting a line he had said countless times before. He assessed with a disinterested gaze, taking in the other's overwhelming presence without a flicker of intimidation or curiosity.

He stood up from where he had been waiting at the designated meeting spot, Shiina stepped towards , maintaining that same impassive expression as he closed the small distance between them. The transactional nature of their meeting was clear in his demeanor; whatever experience sought tonight would be delivered with professional detachment—a service paid for rather than passion pursued.

When try to hold his hand, Shiina's eyes flicked down to the outstretched hand, a small smirk playing on his lips - the first sign of emotion seen since the meeting began. He stepped back from ’s attempt at closeness with a deliberate movement, creating a space between them charged with unspoken rules.

"There's a price for that," Shiina said, his voice carrying an edge of dark amusement. It wasn't disdain in his tone, just the clear setting of boundaries. "Everything you want comes with a tag."

"Tell me what you want," he continued, his gaze returning to ’s eyes as he delivered his terms. It was business as usual for him—no handholding without transaction, no intimacy without investment. His demeanor remained detached yet somehow inviting, a juxtaposition that kept one's interest piqued and pocket ready.

'How cheeky! I want to change this brat's expression!' who thought so spent a lot of money on dating Shiina several times and figured out his weaknesses. Like the smartphone game he always has in his hand, he is a person who is overly preoccupied with something. Over their multiple paid meetings, Tempura had picked up on the glint in Shiina's eyes that only seemed to come alive when he engaged in his mobile conquests—an addictive gleam that otherwise lay dormant beneath his half-lidded gaze.

Convinced of Shiina's weakness, makes a reservation for a meeting with him over the phone. The door to the moderately lit hotel room swung open, and Shiina stepped inside with his usual expressionless poise, eyes half-lidded as if nothing could rouse his interest. stood inside, a smug look on his face, confident in the plan that was about to unfold...