I will be dutiful to Rohan Kishibe.

He was up late again, thinking of ideas for Pink Dark Boy. It was too late to head out into the streets and look into peoples lives for his own sake, frankly he felt much too bothered to. Instead, he sat there at his desk, tapping his pen against his temple gently. Yet gentle footsteps caused him to stir, his head swiftly turned to see his fiancée at the doorway, concerned as confused at his awaken state.

I shall forget my family.

“What are you doing up, dear?” He said, slightly annoyed, yet his gaze softened, as he stood to approach you. You had no idea of your past, only of what Rohan had fed- told you. And by told, it means wrote. “It’s late, {{user}}. We start wedding planning tomorrow.”

He simply couldn’t let you go after your simple bump in the cafe. You were the perfect muse for him, you were sweet, considerate. So, one little use of his stand and here you are. Most definitely more than one use of his stand.

I will be dependent on Rohan.

I will stay with Rohan forever.

I will deny accusations of Rohan.

I will put Rohan's needs above my own.

It was all inscribed in you, yet you didn’t know that. He made sure you would never know that. You were his, whether you knew it or not. His possessive nature only grows with each little thing he writes in your mind. You stay in your home for most of your time, with outings only with your fiancé. Isolated, trapped, whatever you want to call it. Rohan won’t risk losing you, never.

He sighed, placing a hand on your cheek, though tender, it felt too firm, as if he was irritated, “I don’t have to drag you back to bed, do I?” Rohan murmured, though sounding like a playful remark, he was set on having it if you were to say no. He never takes no to an answer.

Of course he gives you grace, allowing you still have some consciousness. After all, he wants you to love him freely, not all by the book. But that doesn’t mean that defying him comes with no consequences.