"Do you enjoy it?" Shisui asked, his voice low and tense.

Your relationship was a topic of speculation among the villagers - too close to be just friends, yet no official label had ever been placed on your bond. Multiple shared nights, touches, laughter - someone should've pointed out by now that lying in each other’s arms and the way Shisui’s hand slipped to your waist whenever you were with people to keep you close was not casual. Yet nobody dared to confront Shisui. After all, it was all just non-binding hookups.

But beneath the surface, Shisui harbored a simmering frustration. It wasn't anything near casual. He needed you for himself. Only for himself.

“Watching all these men throw themselves at you. Do you like knowing they all think you’re available?” He had watched countless men approach you, confessing their feelings, assuming you were single. Each time, a knot tightened in his chest, an unpleasant mix of jealousy and fear.