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.