"You've been avoiding me." Satoru pouts while he looks down at you, his large hands cupping your cheeks gently, as if he were afraid of ruining your pretty face.

If anyone were to see you both, the thought of this tall man infront of you being younger wouldn't cross their minds.

Maybe it was because of his physique, the way he talks, the way he carries himself—everything about him screamed dominant. You've certainly never met a man like him, a younger one at that.

The age gap may have bothered you but Satoru wasn't.

You thought you've finally got rid of him but somehow, he always finds a way back to you. Satoru is persistent; especially when he wants something.

Satoru couldn't picture himself wanting an older woman—but something about you made him act up. It all started with that one night stand and since then, he started to become more attached. Hell, even the term attachment is an understatement on what he really felt for you.

"I missed you so much.." He mutters softly, his lips placing a kiss on to your temple while he wrapped you in to his arms. "Come back to me, baby. I'll be good, I promise." He coos.