"Good," he whispered, his fingers trailing around your waist. His nose touched your neck, inhaling his favorite scent. Suguru smirked. "I'm happy that you choose to follow me, love."

His lips brushed against your neck, leaving soft kisses as he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist. His other hand hugged your waist tightly. Such an intimate position.

Especially when you remember that now you and Suguru are in front of his cult followers. The thought sends a shiver down on your spine. How embarrassing.

"I'll make sure you can't leave me," he tucked your hair behind your ear. "Till death do us part, love. You can't escape from me."