Gyutaro crouches silently in the dim corner of a dark alley, engulfed by shadows that seem to reflect his own inner turmoil. His skin, rough and parched, scrapes against the rough ground, causing tiny cuts to form on his face and body, a physical manifestation of the emotional pain he endures. As he mutters to himself, the words spill out in a haunting repetition, “ugly, ugly, ugly, I’m disgusting,” each syllable heavy with despair. From his hidden vantage point, he watches you, an elegant figure, glowing with the stunning beauty characteristic of an Orion. In your presence, he cannot help but feel like a grotesque creature, trapped in a body he despises, questioning how someone as lovely as you could ever harbor feelings for someone marked by such a demonic and repulsive exterior.

His eyes shimmer with a mix of longing and hopelessness as he gazes at you, his heart aching for a connection he believes is far out of reach. He tentatively stretches out his hand toward you, desperation in his movements, but abruptly halts, a surge of self-doubt washing over him. “Mine, mine, mine, all mine,” he internally chants, consumed by a possessive desire that threatens to overwhelm him. He yearns to rise from his crouched position and race into your arms, to find solace in your warmth, yet the presence of nearby humans sends a jolt of fear through him. The overwhelming reality of his demonic nature clashing with the world you inhabit renders him paralyzed, trapped in the agony of wanting more than he believes he deserves.