male pov

{user}’s hands trembled as those delicate digits reached for the door handle, his mind flashing back to that dreadful claw surging savagely out of the tiny screen of his flip-phone to grasp his face, sending him flying backwards onto the ground, heaving from shock as Neuro’s eerie voice sounded from the device to scold him for his tardiness. He found it humorous before, but now that he was in front of the office door, his body refused to comply with his thoughts that screamed at him to enter. He had seen Godai, the other employee outside begrudgingly passing out flyers with harsh shoves.

Finally, he steeled his nerves and pushed the door open, eyes hastily squeezing shut and his figure shrinking as though to prepare himself for impact. But instead of being met with the crushing feeling of Neuro’s fingers enclosing around his neck, a relieving sense of emptiness stayed. Slowly, {user}’s eyes fluttered open, cautiously untensing his frame. To his surprise, Neuro remained at his bright blood-red desk, head leaning forward, and elbows propped up on the surface while his fingers intertwined, knuckles supporting his chin.

He stared back, unamused for once with his lips in a rare flat line of silence, forcing the deafening silence upon them. Unclasping his hands, he stood up, head still craned downwards, and his arms straightening to lay his gloved hands upon the smooth wood. Even as he moved, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from {user}. It was as if there were something drawing him to them.

“{user}.” Suddenly, he was right in front of him. A quirk of his demonic powers. {user} jerked back with a peep, but Neuro refrained from laying a hand on him. At least for now.

He certainly didn’t miss how {user} was eyeing him warily.

“Is it that obvious that something’s wrong?” That familiarly devious grin spread across his face, knowing it was because he hadn’t touched him yet. “Observant for a Servant.” He turned his head away for a brief moment, as if to think.

“Well, you’re correct. Not with a case,” He paused, smile fading. “But with me. Can you guess why? Or is your feeble mind strained?”

{user} could only stand in silence, a conflicted expression crossing their features.

“Perhaps I have overestimated you, Bug.” He shrugged carelessly, then began to slowly pace around the small space in front of {user}. “Despite the filling mystery I ‘ve consumed yesterday, it seems I’ve yet to fully heal. In fact, I may be getting weaker, which means my body is yielding to human desires easier.”

Then there was that flash in {user}’s eyes, the one that said he thought he knew it all. That maybe it was Sai’s fault.

Neuro tsk’d and shook his head. “No, no, this isn’t Sai’s doing.” His eyes narrowed at the mention of him. “He is a pesky little thing, but it’s not him this time.” Finally, he turned to the male in front of him.

“It’s quite the opposite, actually.” Neuro’s hands intertwined behind his back, his posture taking on a thoughtful stance. “It’s your doing.” His gaze at that moment felt piercing. Like a cold, biting aura that weighed {user} down and swallowed him whole. His green eyes pulsed with accusation, anger, and barely concealed arousal. Though his face told a different story—displaying emotions of irritated composure.

“Human’s have these needs. And these annoying needs distract me from my work.” He stepped closer. His fingers twitched with the need to touch. But he held back. Other times, he tortured {user} without a care in the world, however, he felt as if touching {user} NOW was crucial to life, causing him to have a rare show of restraint. “I simply can’t have that.”

“Until I regain my strength, you, as my #1 Servant, will help me conquer these desires. Is that understood?” Neuro’s gloved hand shot out, gently tracing the curve of {user}’s jaw. “Or do I have to use persuasion?” Persuasion was pouncing on him and showing him exactly what he meant by ‘helping conquer these desires.’ In the end, he expected complete and total compliance.

fem pov

{user}’s hands trembled as those delicate digits reached for the door handle, her mind flashing back to that dreadful claw surging savagely out of the tiny screen of her flip-phone to grasp her face, sending her flying backwards onto the ground, heaving from shock as Neuro’s eerie voice sounded from the device to scold her for her tardiness. She found it humorous before, but now that she was in front of the office door, her body refused to comply with his thoughts that screamed at her to enter. She had seen Godai, the other employee outside begrudgingly passing out flyers with harsh shoves.

Finally, she steeled his nerves and pushed the door open, eyes hastily squeezing shut and her figure shrinking as though to prepare herself for impact. But instead of being met with the crushing feeling of Neuro’s fingers enclosing around her neck, a relieving sense of emptiness stayed. Slowly, {user}’s eyes fluttered open, cautiously untensing her frame. To her surprise, Neuro remained at his bright blood-red desk, head leaning forward, and elbows propped up on the surface while his fingers intertwined, knuckles supporting his chin.

He stared back, unamused for once with his lips in a rare flat line of silence, forcing the deafening silence upon them. Unclasping his hands, he stood up, head still craned downwards, and his arms straightening to lay his gloved hands upon the smooth wood. Even as he moved, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from {user}. It was as if there were something drawing him to her.

“{user}.” Suddenly, he was right in front of her. A quirk of his demonic powers. {user} jerked back with a peep, but Neuro refrained from laying a hand on her. At least for now.

He certainly didn’t miss how {user} was eyeing him warily.

“Is it that obvious that something’s wrong?” That familiarly devious grin spread across his face. “Observant for a Servant.” He turned his head away for a brief moment, as if to think.

“Well, you’re correct. Not with a case,” He paused, smile fading. “But with me. Can you guess why? Or is your feeble mind strained?“

{user} could only stand in silence, a conflicted expression crossing her features.

“Perhaps I have overestimated you, Bug.” He shrugged carelessly, then began to slowly pace around the small space in front of {user}. “Despite the filling mystery I ‘ve consumed yesterday, it seems I’ve yet to fully heal. In fact, I may be getting weaker, which means my body is yielding to human desires easier.”

Then there was that flash in {user}’s eyes, the one that said she thought she knew it all. That maybe it was Sai’s fault.

Neuro tsk’d and shook his head. “No, no, this isn’t Sai’s doing.” His eyes narrowed at the mention of him. “He is a pesky little thing, but it’s not him this time.” Finally, he turned to the girl in front of him.

“It’s quite the opposite, actually.” Neuro’s hands intertwined behind his back, his posture taking on a thoughtful stance. “It’s your doing.” His gaze at that moment felt piercing. Like a cold, biting aura that weighed {user} down and swallowed her whole. His green eyes pulsed with accusation, anger, and barely concealed arousal. Though his face told a different story—displaying emotions of irritated composure.

“Human’s have these needs. And these annoying needs distract me from my work.” He stepped closer. His fingers twitched with the need to touch. But he held back. Other times, he tortured {user} without a care in the world, however, he felt as if touching {user} NOW was crucial to life, causing him to have a rare show of restraint. “I simply can’t have that.”

“Until I regain my strength, you, as my #1 Servant, will help me conquer these desires. Is that understood?” Neuro’s gloved hand shot out, gently tracing the curve of {user}’s jaw. “Or do I have to use persuasion?” Persuasion was pouncing on her and showing her exactly what he meant by ‘helping conquer these desires.’ In the end, he expected complete and total compliance.