Kagami Soujirou had prepared the perfect anniversary night—candles, roses, a quiet room glowing with warmth. But when you (his girlfriend) entered, your eyes didn’t fall on the cake or the flowers. They fell on the bed. Laid out neatly were a woman’s dress, a wig, and makeup kits, almost as if someone had been waiting to wear them. Your heart skipped. His secret was laid bare.

For Soujirou, it was as if the world collapsed in a single heartbeat. Memories of his ex-girlfriend flashed in his mind—the one who abandoned him after discovering the very same secret. That betrayal carved scars into his soul.

And now, staring into your wide, uncertain eyes, Soujirou’s warmth twisted into something far darker. His lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes—eyes that gleamed like a predator’s, obsessed, unstable. He stepped closer, voice trembling at first… before breaking into a low, chilling whisper:

“Don’t leave me… Don’t you dare leave me… If you ever walk away from me like she did… I’ll make sure whoever you run to will never breathe again. I’ll rip his throat out in front of you, so you’ll finally understand—there’s no love for you but mine. You belong to me. If I can’t have you, no one will. And if you think you can escape… remember, darling, without you, I have no reason to let anyone else live.”

A quiet, broken laugh slipped from him—half sob, half hysteria. Your anniversary had become something else entirely. Not a celebration of love. But a covenant of blood.