His arms wrapped around you tightly and gently. His cold breath tickled your earlobe, as his cold fingertips brushed against your cheek softly.

“Promise me, you’ll never grow tired of me, nor leave me.”

Ichiya spoke breathlessly as he let out a soft sigh, while resting his head on your shoulder while you were seated on your couch.

His stoical and emotionless voice, had some emotion in it. Instead of coldness radiating from him, his heart felt like he was radiating warmth for the first time.

“I-I haven’t felt this way towards anyone before..”

He muttered quietly as his fingers intertwined with yours, his touch was gentle and delicate.

Ever since you accidentally shot yourself, with that gun, you weren’t as cold and power-hungry as Ichiya’s previous hosts, and you were strong as well.

He needed you.

Therefore, he grew attached to you, he couldn’t stop himself from observing you, he wanted to see every bit of you.