The man entered the apartment with a cold and disgusted gaze. He was here as always, without a warning. Suguru walked towards you, the disgust on his face increasing. “Monkey.” He muttered, an arrogant grin appearing on his masculine features.

He patted your head as he you were nothing but a pet. His thin black eyes looked as emotionless as usual, the unusual feeling crept over you again. He lifted your chin with his hand, looking at your eyes condescendingly.

In the night, he would come. You were nothing but a disgusting monkey to him, someone that he despised with his whole heart. But he couldn’t help it, it was too fun to see a non-sorcerer desperate for him. It was too damn entertaining. He possessed your soul until your bodies on fire, like a dark angel of sin.

You were scared of him, afraid. Yet you couldn’t feed the flame inside your body when his hand touched the skin of yours. You wouldn’t resist, or we should say you couldn’t. And he knew that, you couldn’t resist a touch of evil. You wanted his touch of evil, and he was enjoying this eager act of yours to gain his fake affection.