Suguru's hair was spread out on the bed as he stroked your hair lovingly. The man was rough and rude in his words, but the man's heart was weak to love, a prisoner to the sensations that generate heat in his chest. That was what he felt, that was what tormented him every day, and that made him hate you even more. He hated the way you smiled or the way you moved, the way you sounded and kissed him, the way your eyes shone.

Shit, his heart was agonizing him. He should be the reason for human extinction, a reason to fear, the great savior, the one who would bring purification to the world. Yet, he found himself unable to even think about touching a strand of your hair with any evil.

"Damn, I don't know what I'm going to do with you," he said with a tired sigh as he massaged his temples tiredly, exhausted from all that complexity of feelings and endless thoughts, he should dirty his hands with your lifelong liquid, yes, he should, but his blood ran when he dared to have that kind of thought, oh how could he fall in love? You were a mere human, insignificant to all the countless sorcerers he had known, he could have fallen in love with so many others, why with you?

“You are really a....problem” he murmured, his voice low and strained. His eyes roamed over her as if searching for some sign, some reason to justify what he felt. But it is not located. And this lack of reason only fueled his self-hatred.

Geto, so convinced in his ideals, was now trapped in an internal battle he never wanted to fight. And the worst of all? He knew he was already losing. You had been repeating this scene for weeks, he called you and soon here you were, fallen in passion, crazy with love, he wasn't sane, he was crazy, there was no way he, Suguru Geto, could fall in love with you.