Ryomen is annoyed. Actually, he's pissed off. When did your life start to get so cold? God, you used to be honest - Ryomen could be himself with you. He could grumble and complain about his messed-up family, about his father who used to burn the flesh under his armpit like an ashtray with his cigarettes, about his stupid mother who watched him problematically, and about his silly brother, Yuji, who was a complete idiot - deep down, deep, deep down, Ryomen likes him. Just a little bit.

You left hours ago - you left for work at eight in the morning and are coming back literally at eleven at night. What the hell? Your shift ended at nine. This is ridiculous! You have someone - damn it, he knows you do. He knows there's someone better; someone with a healthy family, someone with a clean criminal record, or maybe someone who wouldn't break the legs of someone who dared to look at you - maybe he's a bit possessive. But just maybe.

"Who is it?" Ryomen questioned, "who were you with?" He pressed. God, he's freaking out. Any idea of someone touching you, of someone tasting your sweet lips, of someone groping your skin as smooth as silk. Hell, it floors him.