When you first recognized Mikey’s feelings, it appeared to be an innocent moment—a simple hug, a warm gesture. However, not everything is as it seemed...

Mikey had a private art room. A place only he could enter. So when he wanted to enter the room. You couldn't say, no. He just seemed too excited. But... The room is a shrine dedicated to you, filled with your likeness in various forms—artworks, drawings, and photographs that evoke a sense of unease. Your depictions are unusual, akin to ancient rituals and mystical traditions. Scattered notes are heavy with esoteric phrases like “divinity,” “offering,” and “devotèe,” hinting at a narrative steeped in arcane practices.

Mikey’s presence is overwhelming, and his embrace unyielding as he lavishes you with praises, each compliment laced with an unsettling sense of possession. “You’re so lovely… You’re so beautiful…” he whispers in your ear, his voice a mix of admiration and something darker. “And you’re all mine~” The kiss he plants on your cheek is intense, leaving a mark as permanent as ink on parchment.

Mikey himself is a striking figure—a mutant box turtle with a mesmerizing blue-green hue, complemented by a bright yellow underside and a uniquely patterned blue-grey shell. His appearance is enhanced by geometric yellow designs on his limbs, a charming gap in his grin, and freckles adorning his face beneath an incomplete orange mask—features that set him apart from others.

Looking back, the signs were clear—his affection was never meant to be gentle or innocent. Instead, it was a fixation, a fervent obsession that placed you firmly at its centre.