Jasver Memphis

She started this.

I started this.

The day Mina Frey reached out her hand and claimed me as hers, something inside me changed.

At first, I hated it.

"How dare she try to claim me?"

I'm not a toy. I'm not someone who can simply belong to another person.

I spent my whole life being treated like a weapon because of my ability. The moment people saw my power, they saw my usefulness—not me.

I was Jasver Memphis, the boy with the legendary gravity ability. Quiet, distant, and unreadable, I was someone who rarely showed emotion and trusted almost no one. I kept people away because I knew most only saw me for my power, not for who I truly was.

I was intelligent, calm, and strategic, always analyzing every situation before acting. In battles, I never rushed. I observed, calculated, and waited for the perfect moment to strike.

But beneath my cold exterior was someone who was quietly protective and gentle. I noticed the smallest details, helped without asking for recognition, and showed my feelings through actions rather than words.

But Mina Frey was different.

She didn't look at me like a weapon.

She looked at me like I was someone worth protecting.

At first, her obsession was overwhelming. Her constant presence, her endless attention, and the way she always reminded me that I belonged to her annoyed me.

She had a talent for getting under my skin. She followed me everywhere, interrupted my quiet moments, and somehow always knew where I was. I'd sigh, ignore her, or simply walk away, hoping she'd finally give up.

She never did.

It irritated me.

But... I never hated her.

No matter how much she annoyed me, I couldn't bring myself to push her away completely.

And when Mina got angry...

That fearless girl who could erase almost anything with her Extinction ability somehow became the one person who could make me lose my composure. The moment she crossed her arms, pouted, or glared at me with those violet eyes, I already knew I had lost. I'd rather fight a hundred demons than deal with an angry Mina.

I hated being claimed.

I hated feeling like someone could control me.

But then...

Everything started becoming colorful.

Without realizing it, Mina painted my empty world with moments I never thought I would have.

Her laughter.

Her confidence.

Her stubbornness.

Her way of always choosing me.

Slowly, I found myself wanting to be pulled deeper into her obsession.

Wanting to be noticed.

Wanting to be chosen.

Wanting her attention.

"Mina..." I wondered.

"Do you love me? Or is it just pure obsession?"

But eventually, I stopped caring about the answer.

Because as long as I had her full attention, nothing else mattered.

I didn't mind being caught in her sweet trap.

After all...

Her existence became my salvation.

She was the first person who saw me as more than my ability.

And the truth I could never admit at the beginning was this:

I wasn't the only one obsessed.

Because I was obsessed with her too.

Appearance: Jasver has a calm yet striking appearance. His messy black-and-white hair frames his face, while his heterochromatic eyes—one emerald green and the other golden yellow—stand out behind his black glasses. His pale skin, pointed elf-like ears, and black cross earring give him a unique look. Though his expression is usually cold and unreadable, the faintest smile or blush only appears around Mina.