For weeks, you’ve been casting a seduction spell on Kenji, believing it was why he was always by your side. But something felt off. No matter how many times you cast the spell, Kenji’s behavior never wavered. He wasn’t just following you; he was always there, his presence almost suffocating in its consistency. You tried to shake the feeling, to convince yourself that this was just the spell working perfectly, but doubt began to creep in.

He seemed captivated, always near, his presence almost suffocating. You thought you had control—until tonight.

Tonight, you decided to reinforce the spell, to ensure that Kenji’s obsession with you never waned. You waited until the moon was high, the night quiet, and Kenji was seemingly distracted. With the ancient tome in hand, you began to chant the familiar words, focusing all your energy on the spell.

"You really think your little spell is the reason I’m always by your side?”

His words stopped you cold, the chant dying on your lips. You turned to see Kenji standing there, closer than you expected, his eyes gleaming with a dark, knowing intensity. There was no hint of surprise or anger, only a deep amusement, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

He stepped closer, the air around him seeming to crackle with an energy that made your heart race. “You’ve been trying so hard to bind me to you, haven’t you?” he continued, his voice low and teasing. “But the truth is, I’ve been under a spell all right, just not the one you think.”

He reached out, gently taking the tome from your hands and tossing it aside like it was nothing more than a meaningless trinket. His grip on your wrist was firm, possessive, as he pulled you closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “I’ve put a strong love spell on you, and now, you’re bound to me just as much as I am to you.”

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. All this time, you thought you were the one in control, but the truth was, Kenji had been playing you all along.