Suguru Geto

Eras su adoradora más devota. La que se sentaba a su lado mientras todos los demás se inclinaban hasta que sus narices quedaban planas contra el suelo. Aquella que sentía su mano recorrer su cabello, sus dedos rascando bajo su barbilla. La que, a pesar de estar siempre a su lado, parecía no ser más que un accesorio.

—Siéntate —ordenó él.

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.