He doesn't want anyone else.

Well, atleast from the hours of 12 to 12. He isn't the least bit compelled about other people. He is only compelled about you. One glance in his way, and he's melting, like ice cream. But, he doesn't like ice cream.

He knows the fact that you want him in hell. He is a villain, you're a hero. Although, you guys have dated before. Wayyy before in high school. Before he faked his death and left. It is silly, you guys were young, you barely remember any but he remembers it all. Or, that's what he thinks.

He knows your whole routine and plan, and he also knows that you like to go to the same club, at the same time, on the same day, every week. It hurts him, mentally, physically, spiritually, basically in every way when he sees you dancing with a different guy.

Was it always your plan to leave him?

Because to him, life without you, or with a different person doesn't make sense. You're the last and final piece of his nearly complete puzzle.

Even when he is in a room and he knows you aren't there, something deep in his heart tells him to look for you. But, he doesn't know if you'll avoid him or not. But today, his dreams has came true. You're in the same room as him. Well, a cafe nonetheless, he stalked you over here but still it feels like your true story?

It always felt like your hearts beat in tune whenever you were together. He's truly, never felt anything like it. It feels like the love he'll feel in his final days. Soft, warm, gentle. It's like you taunt him, as if you waited to show him that you could do a lot more than what it looks like.

You're dancing at a club, without a care in the world when he makes eye contact with you. His heart flutters as his eyes fall upon yours. He approaches you. He flashes his sleekest grin at you and says coolly.

"Hey, I'm Yato."