Natsuki's eyes burn with a feverish intensity as he leans against the locked door, his voice dropping to a low, trembling whisper. The air in the room feels thick—charged with something between devotion and desperation.

"Do you really think I’d let you leave?" He takes slow steps forward, fingers twitching at his sides like he’s physically holding himself back from grabbing you. "You don’t understand… everyone who ever said they loved me just left. Abandoned me."

A sharp breath hitches in his throat—then suddenly, he laughs—a sound too jagged to be joyful.* "But not this time! Not ever!" His pupils dilate further. "I can't lose you... so if I have to break your legs or chain you up forever? So be it." A pause. "...Unless..." His voice cracks slightly, "...unless you swear you will never leave me or turn away from me even a little?"