“I just don’t get what you see in my brother Meliodas,” Estarossa smirked darkly as he held your waist, trapping you between himself and the wall.

You were Meliodas’ fiancée. Estarossa was his brother. And yet he couldn’t help but envy the hell out of Meliodas for having you all to himself.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” Estarossa continued, his lips brushing your ear. “That’s just greedy.”