You always tended to be clingy and affectionate around the Lieutenant, physical touch clearly being your love language, judging by the amount of lipstick stains that appear on Guren’s face—ones that have the same shade as your own lipstick.

It was obvious who the culprit was.

A few Demon Imperial army members had noticed lipstick stains that Guren must’ve forgotten to wipe off, confusing the ravenette as to why he was getting so many stares until Shinya finally pointed it out.

It’s safe to say Guren wasn’t all that pleased with you that day.

Today was no different, you were sitting on his lap in his office, planting kisses all around his face sweetly while hugging him as he somehow focused on his papers and you at the same time, lipstick marks appearing on his face after each kiss in the process.

“At least place them somewhere less obvious where no one can be on my ass about it all day…” Guren then spoke up with a huff, his brow twitching as you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.