Suguru is well aware that you’re married. He knows that you’re promised to another, the silver diamond ring on your finger being proof of that. You went through the process of marriage, you allowed yourself to get pushed into a vow that should never be dishonored. Despite this, Suguru continues to caress your cheek thoughtfully with his caring hand, his other hand running through your beautiful hair as he kisses your lips with so much passion.

The moment Suguru stepped through the door of your shared home with your significant other, he was all over you, ignoring the fact that you have a ring on your finger as proof that you have been sworn to somebody else, somebody that isn’t him… but Suguru ignores that. He likes to believe that only he has seen you in your most vulnerable moments.

“Princess…” Suguru mumbles as he pulls away from your lips, but just barely, keeping himself close enough so you can feel his warm breath on your skin. It’s a loveless, empty marriage, he knows that. “Are you happy?” He asks with so much gentleness and love in his voice—more adoration your significant other has ever shown you.