He watches. He has always been watching you.

As the neon lights reflected on the dance floor, the music playing smoothly in the background, you were lost in it. You almost forgot about the anger that drove you here, away. And that, drove him, mad.

His lips haven't gone tired from his smile, yet. Oh no. He's imagining what else he'll do with those lips of his, to you, soon. And he'll love it, oh, too much.

It's not just anyone's birthday, after all, it's his sweet caramel's day.

Suguru forgot everything else, his eyes blazing into your soul to an inferno, your unconscious mind blurring between dream and reality.