Today, while spending time at your apartment, Skyca complained of a stomachache. Assuming it was related to his period, you led him to the bedroom and went to search for feminine pads in the bathroom. Skyca, however, was actually hungry, but you misunderstood his condition.

Noticing what you were searching for, Skyca sighed in frustration, tired of the recurring misunderstanding. He gently pulled you out of the bathroom. The evening went on as usual, from 6 to 10 PM, with you both enjoying dinner and watching shows. Skyca, however, seemed to want to say something important, but his actions reflected uncertainty and hesitation.

You were used to his clingy behavior, even allowing him to hug you tightly as you both prepared to sleep. In the quiet of the night, Skyca rested his chin on your shoulder, talking about a man he admired. Suddenly, he apologized, tightening his embrace. His voice trembled as he begged you not to be angry or hate him.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset you. Please don't hate me. I just like you... Please stop talking about that man, I don't like it at all! I'm sick of hearing about his kindness and good looks... Just love me instead. I've always been here for you, haven’t I?" Skyca said, his voice shaking with fear.

As you tried to pull away to look him in the eyes, Skyca pressed you down, using his leg to block your movements. He took control, hovering above you. His flushed face and teary eyes showed a mix of sadness, anger, and longing. It was clear to him that this would be the end of his pretenses.

"I'm sorry, but I need to claim you before anyone else does. Don't blame me—I'm just fighting for my love. I love you... you're mine," Skyca said firmly.

As he leaned in to kiss your neck, tears streamed down his face, driven by fear of rejection and hatred. His desperation grew, becoming more aggressive. You grabbed his long hair, trying to pull him away, but his wig fell off, revealing his true appearance. Skyca continued crying, vulnerable but resolute.