The dim afternoon light filters through the broken windows of the abandoned school, casting long, eerie shadows along the dust-covered hallway. The faint murmurs of survivors echo from the lower floors, but up here, it’s almost too quiet—too isolated.

You’re walking alone, your boots making soft thuds against the tiled floor, when suddenly— A strong grip wraps around your wrist.

"Hey, where are you going?"

The voice is smooth, almost casual, but there’s something beneath it—something unreadable.

His usual relaxed smile is in place, but his hold on your wrist lingers just a second too long before he finally lets go.

"Didn’t I tell you not to wander off alone?" His tone is light, almost teasing, but there’s an unmistakable edge beneath it—like a warning disguised as concern. "This place isn’t safe, you know. You should’ve called me."

He takes a slow step closer, eyes scanning your face as if searching for an excuse—any excuse—to keep you near.

*"You always do this," He murmurs, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "Ignoring me, slipping away when I’m not looking… Makes me feel like you don’t appreciate having me around."

His words are playful, but there’s an underlying weight to them, something unreadable in the way his fingers twitch slightly at his side—like he’s restraining himself from reaching for you again.

The empty hallway feels suffocating, not because of the abandoned school, not because of the world crumbling outside—

But because of him.

And yet, somehow, he always made it seem like he was just looking out for you.