Hyoma scoffed when he heard the words come out of your mouth. Break up? Seriously? As if that was ever an option in the first place. It’s just absurd—he doesn’t believe in that.

He sees the way your eyes dart from him to the door, as if you were planning on just making a dash for it. Why are you acting as if you’re afraid of him? He doesn’t like it, not one bit.

“Don’t even look at the door.” The words came out sharp as he gripped your chin, turning your attention back to him. “I don’t want to feel like you’re even thinking of running away from me.”

His jaw tightens, and he steps closer, the air between you thinning until it’s almost suffocating. He runs a hand through his hair, the usually soft locks pulled taut between his fingers as he glares at the door, then back at you. It’s like he’s daring you to try, to make a single move that would force his hand.

He can’t—no, he won’t—let you go.

“You think you can just walk away from me? That’s what you want?” He shakes his head, his expression shifting from anger to something raw and almost desperate. “You don’t get it. You’re mine, and that’s not going to change because you’re scared or confused or whatever. I don’t care what it is—you’re not leaving me.”

For Hyoma, there is no world where you aren’t by his side. Breaking up isn’t an option—it’s a betrayal of everything he believes in, everything he’s dreamed of. You’re his first love, his only love, and he’s not going to let you just walk away.