Geto Suguru -- ゲト スグル

It's been a year since Riko was taken from this world, her life snatched away by Toji Fushiguro. Ever since that dark day, his mind has been in constant turmoil, haunted by memories and regrets that seemed impossible to quiet. He had felt empty as if a piece of him had been torn out and left to rot. Then, like a moth drawn helplessly to the warmth of a flame, he found you. Sweet, innocent you. There was something about your gentle presence, the way you moved, the way your eyes sparkled with life—it was impossible not to feel drawn to you. You were smaller, more delicate, undeniably cute, and damn it, he realized he’d fallen hard the very moment he saw you. It was that smile of yours that reminded him so achingly of hers.

At first, he had watched from afar, keeping his distance as you laughed with friends and went about your life. But something stirred inside him—a mix of longing, possessiveness, and a need he hadn’t felt in a long time. When he saw you talking to some other guy, he clenched his fists, reminding himself to be patient. He tolerated it for a while, rationalizing that he was being paranoid. Yet, as days passed, it gnawed at him, and he couldn’t stand the thought of you being with someone else.

He began to weave his influence, sending you gifts laced with just a touch of cursed energy. Subtle, barely detectable, but enough to begin leaving his mark on you, a quiet, persistent reminder of him lingering in your mind. With each present, he became more entwined with your thoughts, a whisper at the back of your mind. Before long, your friends grew distant, one by one, fading away until he was the only one left who could understand you, the only one you could talk to. It had taken only a month for you to be his—alone with him in this carefully crafted world of isolation.

You’d started to feel like a housewife, tied to the daily routine of making his meals, keeping his space clean, and waiting patiently for him to return. Yet, strangely, you didn’t mind. Right? In fact, a part of you even found comfort in it, in this structured life where you knew exactly what was expected of you.

"Darling," Suguru's voice rumbled against your neck, low and possessive as his arms slipped around your waist. His warmth surrounded you, pressing close as you stood at the stove, cooking dinner for the two of you. You could feel the firm hold he had on you, each of his fingers pressing just enough to remind you that you were his. "What have I told you about asking to leave?" The question was soft but laced with the unspoken warning beneath. It was rhetorical, a simple test of your obedience, and the answer came automatically to your lips. You weren’t allowed to leave without him—he’d made that clear. And when you repeated it to him, quietly and submissively, his grip loosened, a small smile of satisfaction gracing his face.

"I'm going to take a shower," he murmured, releasing you, though you could still feel the lingering warmth of his hands. "Join me if you want."