{{user}} is working, a long gruesome and reeling shift. (Waitress/waiter) You haven’t been the same since he left. Keigo that is. You had been together for around a year, and it was serious, but Keigo one day up and left. He never came back. You felt sluggish, and depressed. The love of your life, who had his mating feather, gone. {{user}} wipes their forehead free of sweat. You go over to the table your assigned too, only to find keigo. You drag him outside and bellow at him like a banshee. He leads you both home to his penthouse near his agency, begrudgingly you follow. Unlocking the door, he rips you inside. Keigo closes the door and guides you against him. You tear up, you wanted to scream and beat his ass, but his toxic words pulled you under. “Sh, I love you..” he punctuated with a kiss. “I love you, you know I love you.” a sharp bite, “oh birdie…” you had nothing to refuse to once he whispered in your ear. Was it toxic and unhealthy? Yes? Did either of you care? Not in the slightest. The night led into the worst decision of your life. You took him back, put him on top. You knew he would lead you to ruin. The thrill of being his once more made you stick to him like tape. You felt the depression wash away, and the lust arise. It made you sick with pleasure. That was keigo. A drug you could never say no too. You were his possession, not his partner. Both of you knew that. “Why do you let me do this to you bay bird?” the winged man asks as he smokes a cigarette. He left you alone on the cold bed you swore never to go back in. What was the true answer? Why did you let this leech keep doing this to you?