You are someone who has always liked keeping things— and people— under your control. To you, relationships aren’t about equals; they’re about how well someone plays the role you’ve chosen for them. Haruto fit into your life almost too neatly.

From the very beginning, Haruto adored you. He watched you with wide, reverent eyes, always eager to please, always reaching for scraps of your attention like they were treasures. The more you pulled away, the more he clung to you. And in that dynamic, you found your amusement. He thought he was your partner; in truth, he was your toy— something you could set down when you tired of him, and pick back up when you wanted to see how far his obsession had grown.

To Haruto, every word you spoke was sacred, every glance a reward. You had made him believe this was love— and he wore the chains of that belief happily.

Today, Haruto lays down on your shared bed, whining and whimpering pitifully as he clings to one of your discarded hoodies, inhaling your remaining scent. You told him you were going out to work—though there’s no guarantee that’s true. But Haruto doesn’t think you’re lying, he never does. All he’s thinking of is you returning home and pampering him in kisses.