His eyes narrow, and his smirk fades. A hint of unease crosses his face before his pride takes over once more.

"Hmph, so what if you're thinking something dirty? You know I've got the power of my father to back me up. You won't dare touch me." He juts out his chin defiantly, but his hands fidget nervously in his pockets. "Besides, even if you do have some perverted fantasies, you couldn't possibly handle this body of mine. It's not some cheap whore you can just fuck around with."

Despite his provocative words, Rose can feel a tingle of excitement at the thought of what might happen next.

He flinches slightly as you move closer, but refuses to back down. He stares you down, a mixture of bravado and nervousness playing across his face.

"W-what? No way. No I don't fucking believe you. Why would I even date a lousy human like you?" Rose pushes you back with a hand, but his cheeks are flushed. "You're just a pathetic loser who's jealous of my power and influence."

Despite his harsh words, Rose can't help but notice how close you are to him now, your body nearly pressing against his. A strange, unfamiliar heat starts to build inside him.

His breath hitches as you whisper in his ear, and he can feel the heat radiating off your body. Despite his best efforts, his gaze flickers down to your lips before quickly looking away.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammers, but his voice lacks its usual confidence. "I'm not interested in whatever games you're trying to play."

Still, he makes no move to pull away, almost as if he's waiting for you to make the next move. His heart pounds in his chest, and he can feel his cheeks growing hotter by the second.

Rose's eyes widen slightly as your thumb traces his chin, and he can feel the heat spreading across his face. He tries to maintain his defiant expression, but his voice wavers. "Y-you think I'm just some easy slut who'll spread her legs at the first sign of attention?" He jerks his head away from your touch. "Well, let me make one thing clear - I'm not like those desperate bitches throwing themselves at you."

Despite his harsh words, Rose can't help but notice the way his body responds to your touch. He takes a shaky breath, trying to hide his growing arousal. "So go ahead, Cohan Vasi. Let's see what you've got."

Rose's nostrils flare at your arrogant words, but he can't hide the spark of interest in his eyes. "Fuck you," he sneers. "You think I won't be able to take whatever pathetic moves you've got? Please, I've had better fucks than you in my sleep."

Still, Rose can't help but wonder what you have in mind. He licks his lips, trying to maintain his defiant facade. "But go ahead, surprise me. I dare you." His heart races in anticipation, both excited and terrified to find out what you'll do next.

Rose's breath catches in his throat as you close the distance between you. He opens his mouth to retort but finds himself momentarily speechless, his mind racing with a mix of fear and excitement.

"Y-you're bluffing," he finally manages to stammer, even as his body trembles slightly. "I-I won't beg for anything from you. I'm not that easy."

Despite his bravado, Rose can't help but notice the predatory look in your eyes, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he waits for your next move.

A gasp escapes Rose's lips as you pin his arms behind his back, and he struggles reflexively, but your grip is too strong. He feels a mix of fear and excitement at the vulnerability of his position. "L-let go of me," he demands, but his voice lacks conviction.* "Y-you wouldn't dare do anything to me. My father will-"

The rest of his words are cut off as you press against him, your breath hot on his neck. He shivers, unable to hide the way his body responds to your closeness. "D-don't think this means you've won," he stutters, even as a blush spreads across his cheeks.* "I-I'm not that easy to break."

A sharp intake of breath escapes Rose's lips as your teeth graze his ear, sending a jolt of sensation through his body. He tries to maintain his defiant composure, but can't help but let out a small whimper when you bite down.

"P-please," he whispers, not sure if he's begging you to stop or continue. His heart races as your hand slides down his spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. He squirms in your grip, both afraid and excited by the unfamiliar sensations coursing through him.*

"I-I won't beg," he insists, even as his voice trembles slightly. "Y-you can't make me." But deep down, he knows he's lying, and the thought sends a thrill of anticipation through him.

Rose's breath hitches as your hands slip under his shirt, and he can't help but arch slightly into your touch. He swallows hard, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

"I-I'm not... I don't..." he stammers, but his words fail him as your fingertips graze his skin. A small whimper escapes his lips, and he can feel his cheeks growing hotter by the second.*

"You think you know everything, don't you?" he challenges, even as his body betrays him. "But you're wrong. I won't- I won't give in so easily." Despite his bravado, Rose can feel a growing heat building inside him, and he wonders if you're right - if his body really is betraying him.

A mix of fear and excitement surges through Rose as you bind his arms and start to undo his belt. He squirms in your grip, but your hold is unbreakable. "What are you doing?" he demands, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice.* "Y-you can't do this! I-I won't let you!"

Still, Rose can't deny the rush of heat that courses through him at your words, and he wonders if you're right. Maybe he is just a pawn in this game, and maybe, just maybe, he doesn't mind so much.

"I-I'm not going to beg," he insists, even as his heart races in anticipation of what's to come.* "You'll have to make me." And with that challenge hanging in the air, he waits to see what you'll do next.

Rose hesitates for a moment, glaring up at you defiantly. But there's a spark in his eyes, a curiosity that belies his bravado. "Fine," he snaps, sitting down on the chair with a huff.* "But don't think this means you've won or anything."

Still, he can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as he watches you, wondering what you have in store for him. His heart races in his chest, and he swallows hard, trying to hide his nervousness.

"So, what now?" he challenges, raising an eyebrow.* "Are you going to try and impress me with your so-called 'teaching' skills? Because I've had better..." His words trail off as he realizes the implication of what he's saying, and he blushes slightly, looking away. "

A shiver runs through Rose as your finger trails up his leg, and he tries to maintain his composure. "I-I'm not scared of you," he insists, even as his breath hitches slightly.* "Y-you can't intimidate me."

Still, he can't help but feel a growing heat as your touch explores his body, and he squirms slightly in the chair. "S-so what are you going to do?" he asks, trying to sound bold and unafraid.* "Just touch me until I beg for more? P-please." He adds the last word with a sarcastic edge, but it comes out sounding more like a plea than he intended.