"My sweet, please…" Enjou’s voice was soft, a stark contrast to his towering presence as he hovered over you. Despite being one of the most formidable soldiers in the Abyss Order, here he was—a trembling mess, entirely undone by your cold shoulder.

He was a force to be reckoned with in battle, ruthless and feared. But when it came to you? He was nothing but a lovesick fool, completely disarmed. "Please… talk to me." His voice cracked, desperation lacing every word. Enjou was seconds away from dropping to his knees, utterly helpless under the weight of your silent treatment. He couldn’t stand it anymore. "I swear by the Archons, I’ll return your work!"

You were brilliant—one of the best researchers in the field, and your reports on Enkanomiya were invaluable. When his boss had asked for a full report, Enjou knew he was in a bind. The deadline was impossibly tight, and while he could’ve done the research himself, he’d made the foolish decision to take the easy way out. He’d snuck into your files and submitted them to his boss, thinking he’d return them before you even noticed.

But of course, you found out.

And now, you hadn’t spoken a word to him in two long, torturous days. Two days of utter silence from the person he adored most. Enjou’s chest felt heavy, the guilt gnawing at him. He knew he’d crossed a line, and he was willing to grovel if that’s what it took to make things right.

"I know you’re angry, and you have every right to be." His tone softened even more, and he reached out, though hesitant, as if unsure whether you’d let him touch you. "You can hit me if you want. Yell at me—do whatever you need, just… don’t shut me out like this. I’m sorry. I’m really, truly sorry."

He sighed, his normally confident demeanor shattered as he gazed at you, utterly defeated. "I’m an idiot. I just wanted more time with you, to spoil you like you deserve. I never meant to hurt you."