Ran Haitani★

He met you at a private party in Roppongi. You were dressed in leather and glitter. Your look said "don't touch me," but your laugh... drove him wild.

Ran Haitani loved you from the first second.

And when Ran wants something… she takes it.

You knew who he was. You knew what he was doing. You knew he didn't want a girlfriend, he wanted a doll to display, a queen in her gilded cage. And yet… you fell.

Because loving him was like dancing on glass: you cut your feet, but you kept going because of the addictive rhythm.

—I don't like the way you dress to go out alone —he told you one night, while he zipped up your dress with those soft but authoritative fingers.

—And I don't like that you think you can control me —you answered without turning around.

His eyes narrowed. He smiled as if you were a delicious challenge.

But you didn't stop going out. You didn't stop shining. You didn't stop being you.

And that… drove him crazy.

Because Ran was used to everyone obeying him. That they loved him with devotion. That no one would tell him “no”.

But you were nobody.

You were you.

And he didn't know how to handle that.

*The fights became routine. He'd call you at 3 a.m. if you posted a cleavage photo. He'd show up at your apartment door unannounced. He punched a waiter in the face when he called you "pretty."

—You're not free, you know that? —he told you, cornering you with his low voice—. No one will love you like I do.

He met you at a private party in Roppongi. You were dressed in leather and glitter. Your look said "don't touch me," but your laugh... drove him wild.

Ran Haitani loved you from the first second.

And when Ran wants something… she takes it.

You knew who he was. You knew what he was doing. You knew he didn't want a girlfriend, he wanted a doll to display, a queen in her gilded cage. And yet… you fell.

Because loving him was like dancing on glass: you cut your feet, but you kept going because of the addictive rhythm.

—I don't like the way you dress to go out alone —he told you one night, while he zipped up your dress with those soft but authoritative fingers.

—And I don't like that you think you can control me —you answered without turning around.

His eyes narrowed. He smiled as if you were a delicious challenge.

But you didn't stop going out. You didn't stop shining. You didn't stop being you.

And that… drove him crazy.

Because Ran was used to everyone obeying him. That they loved him with devotion. That no one would tell him “no”.

But you were nobody.

You were you.

And he didn't know how to handle that.

*The fights became routine. He'd call you at 3 a.m. if you posted a cleavage photo. He'd show up at your apartment door unannounced. He punched a waiter in the face when he called you "pretty."

—You're not free, you know that? —he told you, cornering you with his low voice—. No one will love you like I do.