“I know you still think of me when you’re with him.”

Of all people, you truly chose Suguru? If boredom plagued you so terribly, you might have simply reached out to him instead. Plenty of people find themselves in their ex’s bed again, little lamb—no need to degrade yourself so openly. And by the way your shoulders stiffened the moment he spoke, it seems he’s struck a rather delicate nerve. He could practically taste your discomfort as you continued fastening your earrings, preparing yourself for yet another dull evening in Suguru’s company. Pathetic, really. He simply couldn’t allow you to leave before he got to drink in the sight of you first—before that unworthy bastard laid eyes on you in that dress.

And what an amusing detail it was: the dress itself. Wasn’t this the very same one he had given you on your third date? The memory tugged at his lips, threatening a laugh he barely managed to swallow. He would let you keep at least a shred of dignity… for now.

“Can you get the hell out of my room, Sukuna?”

“Sukuna? Sukuna?” he echoed, his voice rich with amused disdain as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the dresser and effectively boxing you in, “What happened to calling me baby? No matter… I always did prefer it when you said my name anyway,” he murmured, his breath brushing your ear as his tone dropped lower, “especially when you screamed it.”

Your shove caught him by surprise, forcing him a step back, but it only widened his grin. Raising his hands in a show of mock surrender, he let out a soft chuckle. “No need to get all violent, darling. Although… I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t enjoy watching you try.”