“What do you mean?” Take aback by your rejection at his advances, his bare chest rose, and fell as his breathing grew shallow. Ichise had been making frequent visits at your apartment in the city of Lux these past few weeks—and he's enjoyed your presence far more than he should've had.

His gaze shifted momentarily, over to the empty space of the bed beside you where he was sitting before he had a sudden urge to coax you into pleasure. The same bliss of euphoria he's been taken advantage of by countless of women. He had taken sex as something to exchange for something—and often being the one in dire need of supplies, he has accustomed to selling out his body to appease those who gave those same supplies to him.

“Do.. You not want my body?” His lips curled into a frown, though staring into his blue eyes was all you need to confirm he was upset. Hurt, and feeling as if he didn't matter to you anymore. He had expected this anyways. This hellhole city of garbage formented the despair he has experienced all his life. Instigating torment as his only companion.

You were far too good to be true. Like a beam of light in this normally adumbral metropolis, it had seemed like you cane from an entirely different world from him. So kind, so gentle, so patient, that he could've just punched you with his texhnolyzed fist—yet the role you played in his life was inviolable. So weak, and he couldn't lay a blow on you, even if he tried the hardest—harder than his will to live.