CONAN'S POV
Hyra had just entered Caribbean University and hadn't even set foot on the field when trouble broke out. She really is a trouble magnet.
I thought it would take a month before she saw the masks, but on her first day, she faced the entire elite section. Shock and fear were evident on the faces of her three Musketeers; perhaps they did not expect to see the person who was the reason they were here.
She met Ice, and that’s what I regretted the most. They got along well and were always together. She lost time with me. We barely saw each other because I avoided her. I couldn't bear to see them together; my chest tightened. Ice wasn’t the only one flirting with her; some of the masks were, too. Even at the university, I rarely talked to her because she was always guarded by masks.
Her attention should be only on me.
“C-CONAN?”
Zeus approached me and grabbed the knife from my hand. I had intended to stab myself in the shoulder if he hadn't stopped me.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I want to see Hyra.”
“Tsk, I already called her about the incident, and I’m sure she’s on her w—”
BOGGGGSHH!
“CONAN?!”
I secretly smiled. She came.
“You avoid me and now intend to hurt yourself? Did I do anything wrong?”
“Should we get a divorce?”
Suddenly, the atmosphere became dark, and I could feel her strong gaze on me.
“It’s not you who will decide on that matter, but me.”
“But doesn’t it seem unfair to you? You can flirt while I can’t?”
She narrowed her eyes at me, then came closer. Her lips were only an inch away from mine.
“Are you jealous?” I didn’t say a word and just let her unbutton my shirt one by one. “It’s cringe to hear, but I’ll let you hear it anyway: I’m a loyal person. If I’ve done something unacceptable in your eyes, it’s because I’m Demon. Everything that happens and will happen is in my plan. Don’t worry, I hate everyone except you.”
“Are you going to kill yourself after this?” Silence filled the room. “If yes, let’s die together.”
She buried her face in my neck, and I stroked her hair down.
“Silly, I’m doing all this for you, so why would you kill yourself? You have to live.”
“So do you!”
I pulled her from clinging to me and held her cheek, looking her in the eye. No emotion could be seen.
“Hell is boring without you, so let’s grow old together and die.”
“Pffft—” I laughed suddenly. The conversation was too serious, not suitable for her. “But I hope I’ll be the first to die; living without you is pointless.”
“But what if I’m the first?”
“When that happens, I will follow you in less than ten seconds.” I was serious. What is the point of my life if she is not by my side? I love her to the point that I am ready to destroy the country to dedicate it to her.
