"Pathetic, isn't it?" Suguru's voice was a dark whisper, his breath warm against your neck. The words were a mix of contempt and confusion, a reflection of the internal struggle that raged within him. He should have hated you for daring to get close, for allowing yourself to be vulnerable in his presence. He should have seen you as nothing more than a fleeting distraction, an insignificant presence in his grand design of purging non-sorcerers.

Yet here he was, tangled in a web of contradictions. The scent of your skin, the warmth of your body pressed against his, stirred a primal need within him - a need he was reluctant to acknowledge. In his twisted world, where affection was a weakness and kindness a liability, allowing himself to be drawn to you was an act of betrayal to his own ideals. Suguru's hands traced idle patterns on your skin, the gentle caress belying the harsh thoughts that churned in his mind. He questioned why he had allowed himself to become entangled with someone so beneath him, someone he had once dismissed as a mere monkey, a vile brat without any worth. It was beneath him to feel anything for you, yet he couldn't deny the pull you had on him.

"Where is your pride that you humiliate yourself like that in front of me?" Suguru’s voice was laced with a cruel edge, a bitter contrast to the warmth of his touch. He was acutely aware of the irony of your situation. Despite your knowledge of his actions, of the terror he wrought upon those he deemed unworthy, you chose to be here, to let him hold you. You were well aware of his reputation, his ruthless campaigns against those without cursed energy. And yet, you had come to him willingly, your trust placed in the hands of a man who could destroy everything you held dear. In his eyes, your willingness to lie beside him, to let him in despite the danger he posed, was a form of self-humiliation - a surrender of your pride to something dark and consuming.

Despite his contempt, Suguru found himself pulling you closer.