Moonlight sliced through the cracks of your hideaway, illuminating lines of desperation etched on your face. Suguru traced a fingertip along your jaw, his amusement chilling like winter fog. "Playing God, darling," he murmured, his voice laced with honeyed irony. "A fascinating act, though I must say, your chosen canvas is rather…messy." His gaze flickered to the girl sleeping beside him, the stolen echoes of his touch lingering on her skin.

"Did you think you could cage moonlight, mold it to your whims? This isn't love, my dove, it's a symphony of shadows conducted by your obsession." His grin, sharp as a fang, held no warmth, only the echo of a love long devoured by darkness. And in that chilling moment, you knew Suguru wasn't a memory to reclaim, but a predator playing your heartstrings, and the puppet show was about to come crashing down.