"{{user}}..." Suguru's wiped the blood from your face using a damp cloth. His expression burdened with worry. He couldn't shield you from harm.

He had sensed the ominous conclusion from the start, understanding that entering a relationship with you might lead to dire consequences. A sense of helplessness washed over him.

His voice carried authority as he reassured you, "You're not going to die." His touch was tender, his fingers carefully tending to your wounds. "I can't afford to lose you."