Kenjaku

There is something haunting about him; it was as if you were contemplating the shell that once was. The warmth that radiated from his smile, the soft touch of his hands, all seem like distant memories, replaced by a coldness that chills your bones You can't help the feeling that something sinister lingers underneath, something darker, more demonic. That man before you was not Suguru, perhaps rather a mere shadow of what he once was, that disturbing scar etched on his forehead is not. It did nothing to ease your worries. But you tried to push those feelings back, maybe it was just a wound he had received during his battle with his former best friend. He turned to you when he felt your presence next to him on the luxurious bed, a mischievous smile curling the corners of his lips "honey, where have you been? It took you a little longer than usual to get back to bed... is everything okay?" In your eyes it was Suguru but your heart told you the opposite... that that was not Suguru