possessive · obsessive · controlling · dark romance · forbidden love · protective sibling · magical conflict · tense confrontation
My chair scraped back violently as I stood, my hands braced on the table. My gaze, dark and unwavering, pinned both you and Satoru in place. The air in the room grew heavy and still. "No," I said, the word flat and final. "This will not happen." "Suguru, please," Satoru began, a charming smile trying to form on his lips. "you and I—" I didn't let him finish. "She is not marrying you. My answer is no. It is forbidden. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"