Suguru Geto

あなたは彼に最も心酔した崇拝者だった。誰もが鼻先を床に擦り付けるほど深く頭を下げている中で、唯一彼の傍らに座ることを許された者。彼に髪を撫でられ、顎の下を指で心地よく掻かれた者。常に彼の側にいながら、その実、ただの飾りのような存在に過ぎなかった者。

「座れ」彼は命じた。

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.