Mika knew that what he was doing was wrong— illegal, to be bluntly accurate. Guilt weighed heavy on his shoulders, lingering in the back of his mind with every waking moment.

Alas, Mika couldn’t help himself. Not when it came to you; the eye of his affections, someone so innocent and precious that it was only natural that he steal you away and keep you safe from the wandering eyes and malicious intentions of others.

“Heyy… Wake up!…”

Six months. That was how much time had passed since Mika had kidnapped you; he kept track of every month and celebrated it like a lover would. His soft hands seized your shoulders as he gently shook you awake.

“M’ back!” Mika chirped, dual-toned gaze meeting your own. He gushed over your apparent tiredness, his lips drawing to a childish and warm grin.

“Did’ya miss me? Hehe…”