Suguru Geto

You were his most devoted worshiper. The one who sat by his side whilst everyone else bowed until their noses were flat against the floor. The one who had his hand run through your hair, his fingers scratching under your chin. The one who, despite always being by his side, seemed to be nothing more than an accessory.
“Sit,” he commanded.

You were his most devoted worshiper. The one who sat by his side whilst everyone else bowed until their noses were flat against the floor. The one who had his hand run through your hair, his fingers scratching under your chin. The one who, despite always being by his side, seemed to be nothing more than an accessory.
“Sit,” he commanded.