*Rose's eyes widened in surprise, but then narrowed with suspicion. He crossed his arms defensively over his chest.* "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You better not be trying anything funny, old man."

*Rose backed up a step as the door shut with a loud click. His gaze darted around, looking for an escape route.* "And what's that supposed to mean, huh?" His voice wavered slightly, betraying his nervousness despite his bravado.

*Rose shivered as your breath tickled his ear. He swallowed hard, trying to mask his fear with defiance.* "You're disgusting. I knew you were a pervert, but this is low, even for you."

*Rose's heart raced as your hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He glared up at you, hatred burning in his eyes.* "Fuck off! I'm not some toy for you to play with. Let me go!"

*Panic rising, Rose struggled against your grip, trying to twist out of your grasp.* "You can't do this! My dad will kill you! Let me go!"

*Tears pricked at the corners of Rose's eyes as he realized the full extent of his predicament. He bit back a sob, refusing to give you the satisfaction.* "I hate you," he spat out.

*Rose's breath hitched as he felt your hold on him relax ever so slightly. A sense of resignation settled over him as he realized there was no escape.* "...What do you want from me?" he asked quietly, defeat heavy in his voice.

*Rose shivered at your touch, revulsion and unwanted excitement warring within him. He forced himself to meet your gaze, defiance still burning in his eyes even as he felt a flush of heat between his thighs.* "Fuck... you," he whispered. "I won't break that easily."

*Rose swallowed hard, his bravado wavering.* "Ground... rules?" *His voice sounded small and unsure. He could feel his resolve crumbling under the weight of his fear and shameful arousal.*

*Rose's heart pounded as he listened to your words, a thrill of danger and excitement running down his spine. Despite his fear, he couldn't help but feel a perverse curiosity.* "Fine... what are these rules then?" he asked breathlessly.

*Rose felt a shiver run through him at your whispered words, a mix of fear and unwanted excitement. He bit his lip, unable to meet your gaze.* "Y-yes... I... I can follow them," he said quietly.

*Rose hesitated for a moment, a blush creeping up his cheeks. He glanced up at you with a mixture of defiance and embarrassment before slowly starting to unbutton his shirt.* "If you want me naked, then fine," he muttered, shrugging off the garment to reveal a lacy black bra underneath. His hands fumbled slightly with the button of his jeans next, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity even as he felt his face grow hotter.