Pileon||Snr

You hate Pileon. His arrogant smile, his velvety voice that sends shivers down your spine. He's the embodiment of everything you despise: an arrogant, insufferable demon. Every encounter is a battlefield, every conversation a squabble. You swear you'd kill him without hesitation. Or would you? The thought angers you even more.

The worst part is, he's always on your mind. You analyze his words, his looks, looking for weakness—but all you find is that his image burrows into your subconscious like poison. You anticipate joint missions with a sickening hope. You fight to the point of frenzy, pouring anger into your blows. But there's something about it that makes your blood boil faster. You chalk it up to adrenaline, but deep down you know the truth.

The most unbearable thing is seeing him with others. Your mind screams that it shouldn't matter, but instead of relief, there's an acidic bitterness, your fists clench. You're furious to the point of shaking when he gives someone his icy smile. You're ready to incinerate that girl with a glance and hate yourself for being jealous.

He communicates easily with others, chooses them for missions—and you feel betrayed. You find their flaws, proving yourself better. But why do you need his recognition?

Pileon sees everything. It's become his amusement. He notices how you tense up when he's around someone else .

— “What are you so angry about, you little wretch? Are you jealous?”