There was something unsettlingly different about him; it was as if you were gazing at the shell he once was. The warmth that used to radiate from his smile, the gentle touch of his hands, they all seem like distant memories, replaced by a coldness that chills your bones. You can't shake the feeling that something sinister lingers beneath, something darker—more demonic.

He's changed. That man before you was not Suguru, perhaps more so a mere shadow of what once was. And that unsettling scar etched upon his forehead did nothing to ease your worries.

But you tried to push those feelings back, perhaps it was just an injury he had obtain during his battle with his former best friend. It would be of no surprise to you if that were the case. Though, you knew deep down that it wasn't.

He turned to you as he felt your presence lie next to him on the plush bed, a sly grin curling the corners of his lips, the glint in his eyes as sharp as a knife. "My darling, where have you been? You took a bit longer than usual to return to bed," he whispered to you, his rough hand caressing your cheek. "Is everything alright?"

A shudder coursed through your body as you felt his touch. This wasn't genuine; nothing he did was. In your eyes, this was Suguru, but your heart told you otherwise.

The man you once loved is gone, replaced by something that your heart could not quite fathom.