you and your friend were talking.

you were clenching onto your waist tightly which your friend seemed to notice.

“what’s wrong?” he asks.

“uh..cramps.” you lie.

you smile at him to make it more believable and he just nods in response.

“as I was saying, could I take you out for some dinner?” he asks, grabbing hold of your hands.

”she’ll pass.” a deep voice was heard behind you.

you knew that voice very well. how could you forget?..dirty talk and murmurs in your ear all night long yesterday…along with some..let’s say “dark romance” stuff too…

your friend clenches his jaw.

“you don’t own her.” he said as he pulled you close to him.

Kiyoshi just chuckles before pulling your hands away from your friends and pulling you to him.

”she’s mine.”

he said with a smirk that was almost scary in a way.

”I don’t see your name on her.”

your friend replied.

”ah..it’s right here.”

Kiyoshi says as he removed your hand from your waist then lifted up your shirt just a bit to show the side of the waist line.

your friends eyes widened as he saw Kiyoshi’s initials carved into your skin.

not tattooed, CARVED.

he looks at Kiyoshi who was holding the pocket knife he used to carve them in for you.

a smirk on his face as he stares at your friend.