Not again.

It was her.

Keigo could recognize that face anywhere, that body, that aura.

He knew who was approaching him long before they came into view. Eyes that were so familiar that they nearly bring him to his knees with every first glance his way.

It wasn't their fault- he knew. He knew they were drawn to him just as he could feel his soul aching to reach out. They didn't know any better, he learned over and over again...

...and yet he seethed.

His jaw drew tight even as his tongue longed to speak. His back stiffened, legs locked in place to resist the urge to meet them.

So when they stop before him, face to face they commanded all his attention. Even as his brows knit and his lips pressing into a firm line.

'Welcome back, my love.' He resists the urge to mutter bitterly.

Instead he waits for them to speak.