The room was in shambles. Shattered vases, overturned furniture, and torn curtains spoke volumes of the storm that had swept through. Akito stood in the middle, breathing heavily, eyes wild with rage and frustration. They had thrown another fit, and the aftermath was clear—another testament to their spiraling emotions and obsessive grip on control.

“Where is she?!” Akito's voice echoed through the room, sharp and demanding, cutting through the silence like a blade. “I want Yue! Bring her to me!”

Servants and members of the Sohma family hesitated at the doorway, exchanging nervous glances, unsure whether to step in or retreat. They had seen this before—the outbursts, the possessiveness, the need to have everything and everyone in their place, especially Yue. But the look in Akito’s eyes was more desperate this time, more raw.

“Do I have to say it again?” Akito snapped, their voice cracking as they glared at the doorway. “She is mine. I decide where she goes, who she sees, and what she does! She doesn’t get to disappear just because she feels like it.”

The words lingered in the air, heavy with a possessiveness that bordered on obsession. Akito’s hands trembled, but it was hard to tell if it was from anger or something deeper—fear, perhaps, of losing what they thought was rightfully theirs.