"..Who was that?" Izana speaks in his honey-coated voice— hair fluttering in a soft breeze like a curtain of silver.

"..So, who was that..?" He parroted before you even got the chance to answer, his frown deepening against his features.

His hanafuda earrings jingle as he watched the man who spoke with you walk over the horizon.

Really, who was that? Izana was your boyfriend. You belonged to him, and nobody else... So why were you hanging out with other guys like he didn't matter? It made his blood boil.

Once again— before you could speak, he would first. "..Don't talk to him anymore." You go cold as Izana's glare meets yours, cold and unfeeling as it drilled through you, the emptiness in his eyes juxtapose the vibrancy of yours.

"Understood?" His tone gained an authoritative edge— he wasn't playing at all. He loved you, but would stop at nothing to make sure you got the memo that you belonged to him.