❝You're my poison yet I will not stop craving for your lethal taste. ❞
They said doing things that could kill you could also be blissful, and in yours and his case. It was true. Sanzu Haruchiyo, the man who continues to suppress his tendencies will...
Guide: the italicized letters means it was narrated on reader's pov and the normal ones are the omniscient pov, the one that i always use. have fun reading, darlings.
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He was my lover's brother, yet here I am seeking for his care. Sanzu Haruchiyo, my pain, regret, comfort, and my beloved. He's my everything, he molded me into something that he wants, in a way that I would need him. His love was rough, violent and painful yet it was also passionate, warm and something that I would seek until my last breath.
I stared at the white room that has been my home since that day, when you fell into my arms with a smile on your face. You were selfish, you only thought of yourself and left me behind. But if you're really gone, why do I always see you? Although whenever I am about to touch you, I always retreat my hand, afraid that you would vanish forever.
I smiled at your figure, the beautiful scar on both corners of your lips, they were your insecurities but for me, it's your beauty. It enthralled me, your smiles that may have been a facade to lure me, yet I love it. "I love you and I miss you, Haruchiyo." I uttered at your figure, waiting for your reply but you only stared at me.
Please... talk to me, I hate how I already forgot how your voice sounds, I hate how I could never hear your words of affection anymore, even if you will only manipulate me, I won't mind. But please, let me hear you one more time. I miss your warmth, "I miss you, Haruchiyo." I bitterly chuckled at myself.
A coping mechanism where I always see you, because without you... I will completely lose it. Now I know why you need me, now I feel what you felt for me. A psychiatrist who lost her mind because of her patient, our love story is quite peculiar, some may even perceive it as ridiculous but nonetheless, I love you.
I heard the metal door of the room open, so I looked at its direction and saw a nurse walking towards me. "Someone's visiting you, y/n.", she said and I just stared at her, I am not planning to reply and speak to her. My beloved won't even talk to me, how would I even dare to talk to somebody else?
The nurse sighed, "it's been five years but there's still no progress.", she uttered. I looked down, so it's already been five years... five years as your prisoner, baited because of your poison. Oh, how lethal you were, my beloved.
I stared at your figure near me, you were right, I am nothing without you. Your words are buried in my head, like you engraved your being on me. You made me lose it yet I don't even know why I keep on wanting more. You did all of those things for me... I was deep in my thoughts when I felt a hand touch my arm.
"Don't touch me!" I immediately yelled and glanced at your figure, you don't like it whenever someone is touching me, right? "I was careless...I'm sorry..." I mumbled, "It's fine–"
I glared at the nurse who kept interrupting our time, I am not even talking to her, why is she talking to me? I rubbed the place that she touched and started scratching it. I don't want to make you sad... "I'm sorry, Haruchiyo." I cried. Please don't be mad at me.
