Satoru, had always been the epitome of confidence and power, his icy blue eyes often masking the depth of his emotions. But today, those eyes were filled with a simmering irritation. You, his lover, sat on the couch, your brow furrowed in annoyance as you listened to the relentless monologue of your ex-boyfriend on the other end of the phone.

"I miss you. Can't you see we belong together?" Your ex's voice droned on, filling the room with an unwelcome presence.

He watched, his patience wearing thin. He could see the tension in your posture, the way your fingers tightened around the phone, and the subtle clenching of your jaw. The persistent calls had been a constant nuisance, a dark cloud hovering over your otherwise blissful relationship. He had enough.

Your ex's voice continued "We had so many good times. Remember that trip to Kyoto? And how we—"

Without a word, he crossed the room in a few long strides and snatched the phone from your hand. His sudden action made you look up at him, surprise mingling with relief in your eyes.

"Listen here." His voice was a low growl, the authority in his voice was unmistakable, a chilling calm that demanded attention. "Either you leave her alone or you listen while I fuck her." His voice deepened, each word laced with raw, unfiltered rage.