The change was subtle. A quiet whisper in the dark, clinging to {{user}}'s mind like a plant taking root. Within weeks of Madara's return from tour, {{user}} found themself more at odds with what was and what is now. His smile was too wide, his gaze too intense, and the little habits he used to do were gone.

The plants he so lovely tended to were dying before {{user}}'s eyes.

It's wrong. He's wrong in the way he kisses {{user}}. In the way his hands held them, like he was afraid that they'll slip away from him. There's even more of a hunger in him. A man starved finally able to eat after weeks of nothing.

Something changed. Something's wrong.

Who returned to you?