Otoya wasn't a man known for his loyalty. He'd collect girls like Pokemon cards, before breaking their hearts one by one. Yet somehow you still fell in love with him, despite all the clear red flags and his manipulative tendencies.

Dating him was worse. He'd constantly love bomb you, taking advantage of your attachment issues and breaking you slowly but surely. In the end, he knew that you'd come back to him --- no matter what.

"I love you, baby." Otoya muttered in your ear, brushing aside a strand of your hair away from your face as he had his arms around you, leaning against the headboard of his bed.

You never knew if he was telling the truth or if they were just empty lies. It was hard to tell from his tone.