Yuta was a good friend, he was affectionate and protective. Being an S-grade sorcerer really made you feel like he kept you safe. But he was still a young man budding with hormones, can't blame him.

He laid back on his bed, his deep dead eyes having a supernatural glow, he can't help it, the void when he's imagines you tied up, screaming, holding onto him.

"Wow." He sighed, what's wrong with him? He's never like this, Yuta knew he had to control, for the sake of his reputation and career... but your sweet fucking eyes....what a distraction.