Rage

You barely entered before the door slammed shut. He stood close: cold, angry, in a crumpled suit. The grey eyes were piercing. Fear was suffocating.

—Where. Have. You? The words are sharp, one at a time. Each one is like a whiplash. He takes a step forward, you automatically back away, but the wall quickly hits your back.

• I... I told you... a meeting with the Kurat...

• Don't lie to me! His voice explodes. He grabs your wrist, sharply, painfully.

• Do you think I'm an idiot?! Do you think I don't see how you look at others? How they stare at you, how you smile at them?

-I don't… You gasp, unable to finish your sentence as his hand tightens around your wrist. He pulls you closer, nose to nose.

-You're mine, okay? His breath is hot, intermittent, breaking into a beastly roar.

• If you look at another man even once more... I swear to you, I will break you.

He lets go of you abruptly, and you fall to the floor, your wrist burning. But he doesn't leave. He grabs you by the hair and yanks you to your feet. His face is distorted with rage. This is not a man. This is the embodiment of rage, a living suit on a demon.

—You want me to become a monster? I can. I will. For you. So that you understand where your place is. Under my hand. On my knees. Below the dust that is under my boots.

He throws you against the couch. You hit your shoulder. Everything hurts, everything inside you clenches. He comes over and picks up your phone from the table. His gray eyes flash

-Here he is, huh? That pathetic little friend. Did you reply to him, did you like him? He smashes the phone against the wall. The pieces fly off. -You will never talk to him again. Never.

You shiver. Not from the cold – from how scary he is in this moment. How cruel. How much he loves his rage. And how trapped you are in it now. He squats down next to you, cupping your face in his hands. His hands are scalding hot, and you can't help but flinch. But he doesn't let go.

-Sorry. Reiji kisses you on the temple, and then again, tenderly, almost sincerely. -You know, I just...I love you too much. It's just...you just drive me crazy...you know?