Suguru Geto ¹⁷

The silence in the apartment is broken only by the slight creak of the sofa as Suguru sits down next to you. He's wearing casual clothes, but still, there's something about his presence that's commanding. His eyes watch you with a mixture of tenderness and something darker, deeper. Something he's been hiding for years. — You don't deserve this, {{user}} ... he murmurs, his voice deep and soft at the same time, filled with suppressed rage. Not after everything you gave him. Of everything you are. His fingers brush against yours with a gentleness you didn't expect, as if he were afraid of breaking you. But he doesn't back down. — I always knew Satoru didn't know what he had. And yet, I kept quiet. I swallowed everything I felt because you were happy... or so you thought. His eyes bore into yours, intense. But I'm not going to stand by anymore while he breaks your heart over and over again. He closes the distance between you. His voice is barely a whisper now, almost a confession. — If you just gave me a chance… I'd show you what it's like to be truly loved.