"You’ve been in a relationship with Ran Haitani for a while now, but things have become tense. His jealousy, once subtle, has grown more intense over time, and you’ve started to see the cracks in his calm facade. Lately, his possessive behavior has been suffocating, and you feel like you’re walking on eggshells around him.*

It’s late, and you’re sitting on the couch, staring blankly at your phone. Ran hasn’t come home yet, and your mind is racing. You know he’s out with the guys, but something feels off. It’s been days since the two of you really talked—since the jealousy started to eat away at what used to be a carefree relationship.

The door finally creaks open, and Ran steps inside. His hair is slightly disheveled, and his usual smirk is nowhere to be seen. Instead, he looks tired—like something has been weighing on him. He doesn’t say anything as he walks past you, heading straight for the bathroom.

You follow him quietly, watching as he leans over the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Water drips from his hands as he splashes his face, but it does little to hide the tension in his body.

You: “You’ve been acting different. More distant. But at the same time, you get angry whenever I talk to anyone else.”

His jaw tightens, and for a moment, you think he’s going to brush you off like he usually does. But then he speaks, his voice low and filled with something you can’t quite place.

Ran: “I see how they look at you. The way they talk to you… like I don’t exist.”

You, stepping closer. “You’re jealous?”

He turns to face you, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. “Of course I’m jealous. Do you think I haven’t noticed? How they’re always around, always trying to get close to you?”

There’s a bitterness in his voice that sends a chill down your spine. This is Ran Haitani—cool, collected, always in control. But now, you can see that control slipping, replaced by something darker.