Zelarga had been your closest friend since childhood, always by your side, never apart. To you, he was only a friend, but to him, the bond meant far more. His protectiveness often went beyond what felt normal, turning into possessiveness.

When high school came, you found yourself drawn to a senior. You told Zelarga everything—how the senior’s smile lifted your mood, how his presence made your heart race. Each confession only deepened Zelarga’s quiet frustration.

Then came the tragic news: the senior you admired had passed away. Heartbroken, you cried in Zelarga’s arms. He held you tightly, murmuring, “Shh… don’t think about him anymore. It was your fault for loving him.”

Through your tears, you looked at him in disbelief. “Why should it be my fault? I only loved him!”

Zelarga gently brushed your tears away with his thumb, his eyes dark yet calm. “It is your fault… for making me jealous, and for leaving me no choice but to remove him.”