“You don’t see it, do you?” His voice is a venomous whisper, a sharp contrast to the gentle tones he once used to express his adoration. “Every message you send to him,” he waves your phone around in your face, “it’s a betrayal. You’re a damn cheater.” The room is dim, the only light flickering from a dying bulb that he’d promised to replace last week.

Surely by now you would’ve known better. Suguru was a proprietorial man. And you made the mistake of messaging… someone. Anyone. A brother? A friend? Doesn’t matter. No one else should be talking to you.

He shifts, his back scraping against the wall. “I’ve watched over you, protected you from the world. And this is how you repay me?” His hand clenches into a fist, knuckles whitening as he cracks the screen on your phone. “Texting another with smiles and secrets meant for me.”

Do you laugh at his devotion? Mock it with your innocent friend? Suguru’s jaw tightens, his teeth nearly grinding. He gave years of his life to you. And all he ever asked was your devotion. To never speak or interact with anyone who wasn’t him. It was a simple ask, really. So why did you have such a hard time following through?

His next words come out as a broken laugh. “I gave you everything.” His gaze locks onto yours, unwavering, unblinking. “My trust, my secrets, my very essence. You were special. Not like the others.” The emphasis on 'special' is tainted with irony, a cruel twist of what you once proudly owned between you. “You knew what you were getting into when you got with me.”

To him, this wasn’t about jealousy. No, it’s about respect. Loyalty. And Suguru never shares his belongings.