Being the world’s most dangerous murderer’s psychiatrist was not easy, especially when his infatuation with you was more than obvious.

Suguru only calmed down with you, only spoke truthfully to you, only listened to you. And that brought nothing but problems into your life and working schedules.

The guards waited outside of your query, that meant that Geto was already there. You sighed softly before entering the cozy, white room; your second home. His long, black hair was the first thing you noticed, and as you walked closer to sit down in front of Suguru, his whole deadpan expression.

“Take these off, sunshine…” He purred calmly with a slight smirk on his lips, showing you his cuffed hands. “I’ll do anything you want. I always behave, don’t I?” His usual persuasive loquacity didn’t surprise.