Your head throbbed with memories of near escape and the dread of being tackled out of nowhere. His yells — screams demanding where you thought you were going rang against your aching skull.

A groan echoed in your head like gunshots, eyes snapping open at the familiar sting of alcohol invading your nostrils. Nostalgia was the whip sending shivers up your spine, as there you lay on your shared bed, bound like some wild animal. Wrists, ankles, knees — you could hardly push yourself up, struggling to sit even a little, and the dead weight over your side wasn't helping.

Your heart fell. Nostalgia whipped once more.

Bottles and cans littered the floor of the darkened room like many daggers awaiting your back, his arm wrapped around to rest on your chest.

"Ryo-"

"Be quiet." He murmured into your cold skin, thumb tracing your necklace before hot breath huffed. He pushed up, the bed dipping as he crawled over you and picked up a half empty bottle. Glass glistened as he downed it much to your dismay.

"Ryo-" you breathe. "You said you wouldn't drink anymore—"

His chuckle was low, nothing like his usual light tone. "And you, my sweet...darling little angel...angel...said you wouldn't leave. That you loved me~" He laughed, eyes glossy before glass shattered. "You said you loved me! Do you have any idea how reckless your stupid act was?!" You flinch, pushing up yet protests were silenced as another bottle was checked for content — alcohol dripped and splattered on his clothes. "Is my angel really going to make me be the bad guy?" His head fell forward again, body swaying. "Maybe I could be like Ren- say, how would you feel if I...took charge? I'm sure it's not that hard to fix broken bone...if I fix them."

Your heart pounds, head shaking lightly. "Ryo stop- please...you'll get sick—"

"{{user}} stop, please-" he mocks, hazy brown eyes turning back as he hums. "I like it when you worry about me. It's...exhilarating. all your attention on me~" he giggled. "If only there were a way to keep it like that~"