𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 Kazutora Hanemiya

Chapter Three

❝IT'S NOT ME...❞

Evening. Everyone could inevitably see the peak of the evening. The moon was observable above the metropolis, which was populated by individuals who were simply too preoccupied to even acknowledge the preceding carnage atrocity. The caliginous heavens were covered with glinting sparkles. The fluttering leaves of the trees were blown by the gusting wind to the slightly ajar window of a particular residence.

The curtains faintly flutter. As icy air touched his skin, he hummed incredulously. Kazutora Hanemiya offered her a tender gaze. His heart swelled with unbounded ecstasy, and his sandy hues gleamed with devilish glee.

The tiled wall echoed with the sound of running water. Holding a damp towel over his drenched fingers, Kazutora Hanemiya scraped the hardened paint of ferocious red that had previously bathed her. She merely displayed her silence to him. But he cherished it.

Y/n L/n, the woman he all adored was there in front of him. He compared her to a flower — a gorgeous flower blooming in a vast garden, a flower so eye-catching above all else that he was tempted to pluck it and claim it as his until it withered.

He approached the tub alongside her and stalled humming as he stationed his partially naked body in front of her. Having his body also relish the lukewarm water. Her skin was saturated and her hair was dripping wet as it curved about her beautiful shape. Holding her hands in his calloused hands as they were resting on her submerged legs he placed a tender kiss on it while his eyes analyzes her stiffening gesture.

Kazutora Hanemiya grinned at her as he concentrated his attention on her soulless eyes which seemed to be unwilling to look at him with the exact tenderness he conveyed to her. Nonetheless, he keeps putting up with her haughty demeanor. He understands. In the end, he can sympathize with her. She could still be unaccustomed to this unexpected incident, and perhaps she was still astounded by the bold behavior. He was not even rushing; he was taking his sweet time. After all, she no longer has the means to flee. They would remain united inseparably until everything was reduced to barely recognizable embers. After he meticulously secured every aspect of his plan, nobody will ever be able to separate them apart at this point.

"Say, have I told you how badly I've wanted to take your lips right off your pretty face?" Kazutora Hanemiya murmured audibly as he drew circles with his thump on her stiffening hands. His moist lips curled into a smile painted with filtered excitement.

"Oh, to do this!" He exclaimed, hovering his body forward slightly. His voice quivered in delight as he unknowingly gripped her hand strongly. "So that I'll always be the lone recipient of your sweet kiss."

❝I won't hand you over to anyone ever again. Let's always be together like this.❞