the air in the dimly lit room at the momotaro corps' unit 4 headquarters was as heavy, metallic, and eerie as ever. teru wasn't even looking at the scary, gold-plated statues he had displayed in the corner of the room. his jet black, sleepless eyes were directly on you.

as magnificent as his ability to control liquid gold made him, his mind was equally twisted. he has said many times that he only sees you as a "toy" that belongs to him and that he would enjoy watching you break. but the dynamic between you changed completely when you pushed him to his limits.

“that look again,” teru said. his voice was as arrogant and sarcastic as always, but also full of expectation. he took a step towards you, the gold ring on his finger sparkling in the dim light. "aren't i telling you not to look at me like that? as if you want to destroy me completely..."

you were not one to bow down to his dark narcissism and sadism. instead of avoiding him, you stepped right into his space, refusing to let him intidimate you.

those three small black dots in his pupils trembled with excitement. he didn't even pull back a single milimeter; on the contrary, he leaned into your gaze.

"oh... that's it," he muttered. the perverted, masochistic satisfaction in his voice instantly changed the mood in the room. the bags under his eyes deepened and his breathing accelerated. "press harder. i want to feel the edge of death. if it's from your hands... i might even let you stop my heart completely."

this man, who normally enjoyed seeing women in pain and breathlessness, was completely intoxicated with the idea of hurting himself and almost dying in front of you. his twisted masochism was fed by this dangerous resistance you showed him.

"come on," he whispered, a dark, almost pleading smile on his face. "push me a little harder..."