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Three | Secrets Aligned

CHAPTER Ⅱ ┊ CHAPTER Ⅳ

Summary: Tensions are running high within the walls of Gojo's palace. One individual stands out, as they appear to be captivated by your beauty. You ponder whenever he's the one you must marry. However, amidst the allure of romance, veils of secrecy shroud the truth, concealing untold mysteries that refuse to be unraveled.

His fingertips gently traced the contours of the delicate masterpiece on his hands, its surface aglow beneath the warm sunlight of the morning. At its core, a meticulously cut oval of crystal-clear glass provided a portal to its inner sanctum. Following with a painting of extraordinary detail captured the essence of a beloved visage, immortalized for eternity within the sacred confines of the locket. His eyes, filled with a radiant warmth of affection, remained fixed upon the locket he cradled the precious keepsake with the utmost delicacy and care as if acknowledging its irreplaceable value. Memories of his youth flow back into his mind, as he is being transported back into the days he cherished the most. He reminisces about the auspicious occasion when their paths first intertwined, etched vividly in his memory with unparalleled clarity. It was a momentous day, bathed in the gentle glow of destiny's light, when his gaze alighted upon her ethereal form. In that fleeting moment of union, she emerged as a paragon of grace and elegance—a celestial being descending from the heavens to grace the mortal sphere with her presence. This encounter, a symphony of chance and destiny, would forever linger as a poignant reminder of the ineffable allure of true connection. He believed it was fate, and he still does to this day. She hasn’t left his heart and mind, ever since that day.

A knock on his door disturbed his reverie, prompting him to swiftly hide the necklace away. “Enter.” He beckoned, allowing ingress to one of his servants into his office.

“Your Excellency, the Prince has arrived.” The servant informed him with a deferential bow. A furrow formed on his brow at the mention of his progeny, evoking a resigned sigh. With a dismissive wave of his hand, he bid the servant depart. A foreboding sensation lingered, hinting that this day would unfold with challenges aplenty.

Satoru thought of seeking solace in the comforting ambiance of his parents' palace over a leisurely breakfast, intending to momentarily divert his mind from the weighty concerns that besieged him. Upon entering, he found his mother already ensconced in the opulent dining room, her countenance brightening at the sight of her son. “Son, what a delightful surprise!” She greeted warmly, pleased to see her son joining her today. Satoru approaches her side and tenderly bestows a kiss upon her outstretched hand.

“Mother, I thought it would be a great idea to share breakfast with you. I hope you don't mind.”

“Of course not, come along.” His mother said as she gestured for him to take a seat.

His gaze swept the room, noting his father's absence. He inquired about his whereabouts to his mother.

“Ah, you know how your father is, he comes around when wants to.” His mother offered a dismissive explanation, underscoring his father's nature, which left Satoru displeased at the thought of his mother dining alone whenever he was not around. Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps heralded his father's arrival. Satoru met his father's stern gaze as he settled into his seat with an air of taciturn authority. His father acknowledged his son's presence with a nod, before signaling for the servants to attend to his needs.

“I didn't know you would be joining us.” He commented nonchalantly not meeting his eyes as he spoke.

Satoru nodded, “I hope isn't an issue.”

“No no, at all.”

Satoru attempted to join the meal, dismissing the uneasiness that is growing inside of him upon hearing father's tone of voice. His mother sensing the unexpected tension between the two men, she interjected. “Son, have you found a candidate yet?” She asked eagerly to learn his son’s process on courting.

“I have not, mother. But I hope soon I found the rightful wife for me.”

“Did you really?” His father's voice cut through the air with a discernible edge. “Do you even try? It's been weeks, and I haven't seen any progress. Are you taking me for a fool? Do you think I will let you do whatever you please?”

Satoru paused mid-meal, his gaze cast downward as his father's words weighed heavily upon him.

Ferdinand sighed, his frustration evident in his demeanor. Leaning back in his seat, his fingers rested on the table before him. “But it is my fault for entrusting this matter to you, knowing your imprudent nature. That's why I took matters into my own hands.”

Satoru finally lifted his gaze, startled by his father's words. “What do you mean?”

“I was on the verge of informing you about it, but since you decided to arrive early, I may as well disclose it now. I've made some arrangements and found you a suitable match. A distinguished lady, unlike those common women with their illegitimate offspring.” Ferdinand explained further. “Duchess Cressida Hawthorne of Jadespire. She will be your bride. And soon, she will be here in a few days to make acquaintances with you beforehand.”

“What?” Satoru exclaimed in disbelief, his hands clenching tightly around the silverware. “Without my knowledge?”

His father's scowl deepened, his gaze piercing into his son. “It's about time for you to mature and be a man for once. I will not abide by your antics any further. Do you hear me?”

“I thought you said you will stay out of it.” Satoru protested, his gaze mirroring his father’s intense one.

“You ungrateful brat! You should be ashamed that I’m the one who has to deal with this.” Ferdinand's voice thundered through the room, his anger palpable, not believing the audacity his son has. “You’re utterly useless!”

“I will not allow it.” Satoru asserted firmly, refusing to back down, he can’t just sit back and allow his father to control his life any further. Suddenly, the resounding shatter of broken glass filled the room as Ferdinand rose from his seat, violently smashing a glass against the table. His wife startled by this, cast a fearful glance at her husband. Fearing that he will launch at her son with his mind is clouded with anger.

“Who are you to impugn my authority? You will do as I say, unless you want to face the consequences!”

With that, Ferdinand tersely instructed the servants to attend to the aftermath of his outburst as he stormed away, leaving his wife and son in his wake.

Satoru emitted a heavy sigh, rising from his seat after his father's departure. He glanced back at his mother, noticing her troubled expression as she sat in her place. “Did you have any knowledge of this?” He inquired, to which she shook her head in response.

“I was completely unaware.” She confesses. “Your father's intentions have become increasingly opaque to me.” Her resignation was palpable in her voice as she spoke.

Feeling trapped and with no viable alternative, Satoru realized he had no choice but to acquiesce to his father's demands. “Mother, I apologize. But I can’t longer stay.” She nodded in understanding, recognizing the need for him to leave to allow the tensions to ease.

Satoru approached his mother, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek before departing from the palace as a new burden rested on his being.

The painting before you seems to lack something, yet you cannot quite tell what it is. It depicts a serene landscape, capturing the beauty of nature. With verdant forests stretching into the distance and a grand sky painted in hues of blue, an expansive summer sky. There's an uncanny familiarity about it as if you've visited this place before, perhaps in a distant memory locked away in your mind. It's as if the painting holds a secret, inviting you to unravel its mysteries and uncover the truth hidden within its brushstrokes. Lately, you have been dreaming of places you have never been, it was almost like your mind was trying to find a way to communicate with you through these scenarios.

“(Y/N).”

The unexpected sound of Suguru's voice behind you nearly causes you to ruin the delicate strokes of your painting. With a hand pressed against your chest, turned to face him. “You scared me.” you blurted out, your heart still racing from the unexpected interruption.

“My apologies.” Geto began with a smile as he approached you. “I called your name twice, but it seems you were so engrossed in your painting that you didn't hear me the first time.”

“I apologize.” You said with a sheepish smile. “Is there something you need?”

Suguru lifted what appeared to be a letter in his hand, “Someone sent this letter to you. I wondered who is it from.” He commented with a hint of inquisitiveness lacing in his voice.

You accepted the letter, unfolding it delicately as you began scanning its contents with a furrowed brow. As you delved deeper into the script, comprehension slowly dawned upon you. Suguru, sensing your mixed emotions, inquired about the nature of the letter.

Meeting his gaze with surprise, you elucidated the unexpected revelation. “It appears to be a missive from a prospective suitor.” You divulged.

“A suitor?” He echoed.

“Indeed.” You affirmed your demeanor a blend of uncertainty and intrigue. “It seems they may have seen me in the company of Mr. Burton last evening, and now seek to court me.”

Suguru's lips quirked into a wry smile. “Well, look at that, another suitor. Though, it's obvious they were captivated by your beauty.”

You chuckled, feeling a bit flustered at his compliments. “Ah, you're just exaggerating.”

“So,” Suguru inquired, smoothly shifting the conversation. “Who might be the charming suitor this time?”

“Ewart Whitfield.” You pronounced, enunciating the name as you read it from the parchment.

Suguru's brows furrowed in thought. “Ewart Whitfield. That name sounds oddly familiar.”

“Moreover,” You interposed as you continued to peruse the remainder of the missive. “It seems he has extended an invitation at the Palais Gaulle. Palais Gaulle, could this be an opera house?” You mused aloud.

“Suguru, what am I going to wear?” You expressed uneasy, at the invitation to such a luxurious place. Though this wasn't your first time feeling uneasy about social engagements.

“Calm yourself down first. There's no cause for distress. We've already deliberated on this matter, haven't we? Allow me to proffer a solution to your dilemma.”

You nodded in appreciation, grateful for Suguru's assistance.

“When is this affair happening?” He inquired.

“Next week.” You answered.

“Excellent.” He remarked, prompting you to accompany him out of the room. “Let's make sure you outshine every star in the opera house.”

Duchess Cressida possessed an undeniable allure, her long blonde locks cascading over her slender shoulders, and her brown eyes reminiscent of the rich soil. She possessed an impeccable posture and a sweetness in her delicate voice. Yet beneath her beauty lay an unmistakable haughtiness, evident in her demeanor. She had arrived at the palace two days prior, purportedly to acquaint themselves before their impending marriage.

During their conversation over tea, a servant accidentally spilled a few drops onto their table, prompting Cressida's swift reprimand.

“Incompetent. Clean this up immediately.” She commanded, her tone dripping with disdain. Satoru observed her reaction with a sigh, noting the familiarity of her behavior with that of his father. After the servant is dismissed, she sets her cup down, fixing her gaze on the prince. “I understand that neither of us desires this union, neither getting to know each other. However, we are corned into a wall by our relatives. I, too, have failed to find a suitable match over my state.” She admits.

Satoru hums barely acknowledging her words, his attention elsewhere, which irks Cressida.

“Even if we've agreed to stay out of each other's affairs, I feel compelled to address your promiscuity.” She continues, her tone sharpening. “I refuse to share a bed with a man who dallies with common women of low repute.”

How did she know that? Satoru thought, taken back at her knowledge about his habits in such a short time. Returning to his usual demeanor, he meets her gaze with a raised eyebrow. “Let's suppose I agree to your request. Would you abide by the same standards?” He challenges her, not backing down.

Cressida bristles at his implication. “Do you consider me so base as to engage in such behavior?” She retorts indignantly.

Satoru shrugs nonchalantly, unfazed by her piercing glare. “I am well-acquainted with the allure of a man. Loneliness often leads women to succumb to sweet words and empty promises. And believe, I can sense that you cannot guarantee to fulfill your own condition.” He counters. “So why should I?”

Cressida's expression darkens at his words, but before she can respond, their conversation is interrupted by the arrival of a servant with fresh tea, as she composes herself trying to erase her troubled demeanor. As the servant leaves, Cressida meets his gaze unwaveringly.

“It's in both our interests to agree to my conditions. You wouldn't want King Ferdinand to be disappointed upon hearing I rejected your proposal.” She asserted, her tone bordering on a threat.

Satoru stiffened at her words, “Are you threatening me?”

Cressida remained unfazed, as she continued. “Consider it a warning. I will shape you into the husband I deserve, by any means necessary.”

Satoru gritted his teeth together as he glared at the woman before him. Though she was right, he knew he was on thin ice.

He was drawn from his reverie by the grand opening of the doors, heralding the arrival of his mother. With graceful poise, both youths rose to greet her. Queen Genevieve bestowed upon them a warm smile as she addressed them. “I trust you are both enjoying yourselves.”

Cressida nodded, her voice feigning sincerity. “Indeed, I find myself thoroughly delighted by the occasion.”

Satoru couldn't help but steal a sideways glance at his arrogant bride before turning his attention back to his mother. “What brings you to us today, Mother?”

A gleam of excitement danced in Queen Genevieve's eyes as she responded with a chuckle. “I had intended it to be a surprise, but my enthusiasm got the better of me. You are cordially invited to a splendid night at Palais Guille in a few days. Quite thrilling, isn't it?”

Yes, thrilling. Satoru groaned inwardly at the timing.

Cressida, however, smiled brightly in response. “Ma'am, it's perfect. We are excited to attend.”

“Good, I am sure you both will have a splendid time.”

Satoru closed his eyes tightly, wishing fervently for an end to his torment.

You and Suguru had been strolling through the bustling downtown streets for what felt like an eternity, the rhythmic click-clack of your footsteps echoing against the cobblestones being the sole sound reaching your hearing as your feet started to ache. Finally, Suguru came to a halt, “We have arrived.”

You raised your eyes, beholding the grand façade of a prestigious clothing emporium. Navigating into the establishment behind Suguru, your gaze swept over their surroundings, marveling at the array of garments that adorned the space. They were extremely gorgeous, you thought. Every piece exuded an aura of refinement as if crafted by the skilled hands of an angel, with intricate details and sumptuous textures. Your gaze finally landed on Suguru who stood in the company of an attractive woman. Her skin, reminiscent of caramel, glowed under the ambient light, and brown delicate curls framed her face. She possesses a striking dress, the garment gracefully traced the contours of her figure, accentuating her delicate collarbone, while her corset tightly embraced her attractive bosom.

“This is Rosalie,” Suguru announces as he introduces you both. “Rosalie, allow me to present my dear friend, (Y/N).”

You notice a slight French accent in her speech as she says, ”Suguru has spoken highly of you; I am delighted to finally make your acquaintance.” Rosalie bestowed upon you a warm smile, gracefully extending her hand.

You returned her gesture, taking her hand with equal poise. “The pleasure is mine.”

“Rosalie is the finest seamstress in town, her work isn't like any other.”

She modestly dismissed Suguru's praise with a wave of her hand. “I simply do what I can.”

With a chuckle, you responded, “Exaggeration seems to be a common trait of his.”

“Oh, tell me about it.” You both descended in laughter.

Suguru emitted a light chuckle at the sight of you connecting with Rosalie. “Ladies, let us not stray from the purpose of our meeting. Rosalie, (Y/N) requires your esteemed assistance in selecting a gown for an upcoming event at the opera house. I trust in your ability to provide her with your best creations.”

“Certainly, I am always ready to rescue a damsel in fashion distress. Please, accompany me, my dear.” Casting a quick glance towards Suguru, you followed Rosalie, eager to see what Rosalie has in store for you.

You have to send your gratitude to Suguru for bringing you here, you thought as you stared at your reflection in awe. The gown you wear embraces your figure like it was crafted especially for you. The attire was gorgeous, its color reminiscent of the clear sky on a serene day. The dress features short, puffed sleeves adorned with intricate lace trim, adding a touch of femininity to the ensemble. The neckline gracefully frames your collarbone, drawing attention to its delicate structure. The texture is soft and delicate against your fingertips, you're afraid it will tear apart by the slightest touch.

“What do you think?” Rosalie inquired behind you, as she awaited your opinion.

You paused momentarily, taking in the gown's splendor before responding with gentle admiration, “It's perfect.”

“It complements your figure exquisitely. I sensed immediately that this gown was meant for you.”

You turned to face Rosalie, “Thank you ever so much. I was rather apprehensive about my attire for the occasion, but now, adorned in your creation, my concerns have melted away.”

Rosalie smiled reassuringly, her hand gently resting on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “There's no need to fret over trivial matters such as what will you say or what attire you should wear. Be assured in your own skin, and all else will fall into place effortlessly.”

You nodded, your gaze filled with gratitude. “How much shall the price be?”

Rosalie shook her head, “There's no need for payment. Consider it a gift from me to you.”

You were taken aback by her generosity. “What? No, I couldn't possibly accept such a generous offer.”

“Please,” Rosalie insisted, “It would truly sadden me if you didn't accept my gift. Consider it a token of our newfound friendship.”

You eventually accepted touched by her kindness. As Rosalie assisted you in removing the dress, your mind wandered to thoughts of your suitor. Would he possess the right qualities you seek in a partner? Would he be the one you will share the rest of your life with?

Palais Guille. The opulent grandeur Opera House is a testament to the finest craftsmanship and artistic vision of the era. Within its hallowed halls, majestic crystal chandeliers hang suspended from the ceilings, casting a mesmerizing cascade of light that dances upon the opulent surroundings. The flickering glow of countless candles lends an ethereal quality to the atmosphere, enveloping patrons in a sense of enchantment and wonder. It is a privileged sanctuary for those who are lucky to be invited to witness such unparalleled plays, as they are brought to life by the finest artists. Palais Guille is considered to be a valuable jewel for those fond of artistic endeavors. As you await your departure to Palais Guille, you immerse yourself in the intricacies of its history and allure. It is indeed a privilege to be graced with an invitation to such a magnificent venue, particularly for one with a deep appreciation for the arts such as yourself. You ponder with eager anticipation over which exquisite masterpieces will adorn the walls of this illustrious establishment.

“You look resplendent.” Suguru's voice rang out, drawing your attention away from the intricacies of the Palais Guille invitation before you.

“Suguru.” You responded, acknowledging his presence with a tilt of your head. Rising from your seat, you moved gracefully towards him, surprised to see him adorned in his finest attire. “And where might you be headed at this hour?”

Suguru chuckled, “Why the surprise? You've always been insistent on my company wherever you venture. Why the sudden change?”

You paused, momentarily caught off guard by his remark. “I…I suppose I am merely taken aback. Your presence is always a welcome addition, of course. I see no reason why you shouldn't join me.”

As the carriage took you both through the streets, a sense of guilt gnawed at you for having Suguru accompany you. You hate that you were burdening Suguru with your concerns, particularly after the events of the previous evening with your last suitor. His steadfast support and protective demeanor had become increasingly evident, prompting you to wonder if you were imposing too much on his kindness.

Suguru's warm hand enveloped yours, drawing your attention, after he noticed your silence. “What troubles you? You needn't conceal anything from me.”

You confessed eventually, finding it impossible to hide away your concerns from him. “In all honesty, I feel a pang of guilt for bringing you along. And for the fact I am the only one with a designated companion for tonight.”

“(Y/N). It was my choice to accompany you. There's no reason for you to feel this way. Besides, who says I won't have company tonight as well?”

“What do you mean?” You pressed.

To your misfortune, He didn't make an effort to satisfy your curiosity as he leaned back into his seat before you, a subtle smile playing upon his lips.

After contemplating your thought, you finally came to an obvious realization, and when you did your eyes widened in surprise, leaning closer towards his way. “Rosalie!”

“I should have known! It's evident something is lingering between you two. The way you looked at her and the way she tried to look back at you without being so obvious.”

“Oh, was it too obvious?”

You chuckled softly, “Even a fool could see through. Regardless, I'm glad we both have great companies for tonight.”

Suguru nodded in agreement, a genuine smile gracing his features. “I couldn't agree more.”

You settled back into your seat, letting your intrigue take over your body. “Tell me, how long have you harbored affection for Rosalie?”

“Ah, I regret to inform you that the intricacies of my sentiments are not suitable for the tender confines of your innocent mind.”

You huffed, “You're being so unfair.”

His eyes glinted with a mischievous sparkle. “Ah, but where's the fun in revealing all one's secrets?”

It's delightful to hear that you and Suguru are anticipating a splendid time at Palais Guille, but for Satoru, it was akin to a living nightmare. At present, he found himself surrounded by a crowd of inquisitive guests, his fiancée at his side, as they delved into discussions regarding the impending nuptials and other trivialities. The performance was yet an hour away, and Satoru yearned for its commencement. For a moment without hearing his fiance's tiresome voice, along with all the chattering enveloping him.

“Duchess, your gown is simply exquisite, a marvel to behold. Your radiance outshines everyone tonight.” A feminine voice among the crowd extolled Cressida's attire, prompting Satoru to discreetly suppress an urge to roll his eyes.

“Ah, your kind words warm my heart. I owe it to the impeccable craftsmanship of the finest designers.” Cressida replied with a wide smile, fanning herself, acknowledging the compliment.

Satorus's gaze then swept across the adorned surroundings until it alighted upon the approaching figure of his dear confidant, Suguru. Excusing himself, he departs from the crowd, although they remain entranced by the resplendent elegance of his fiancée's attire.

Upon glimpsing Satoru's approach, Suguru halted gracefully in his stride, his countenance brightening at the sight of his friend.

“Satoru.” he greeted warmly. “I must confess, your presence here tonight was unexpected.”

Satoru nodded relieved to have a familiar presence around. “It was a surprise for me as well to see you here tonight. Though I have to admit, it's my first time witnessing the theatre here. I have high expectations after hearing they showcase the finest artistic performances.”

“Perhaps because you were too preoccupied charming the performer.” He jested.

“Ah, dear friend, you have wound me, suggesting I excel solely in matters of intimacy. I assure you I possess abilities in other areas.”

“I am sure you are. It is your obsession with spending most of your time with the female company.”

After they extended their conversation, a flicker of intrigue crossed his countenance. His gaze momentarily shifted, as if in search of another presence. Noticing this, Suguru swiftly confirmed his suspicions, “Indeed, I am accompanying (Y/N) tonight.”

Satoru cleared his throat, feeling exposed after his friend managed to read his thoughts. “Ah, I perceive. Is she here to partake in the spectacle tonight?”

“You can say that, but also to rendezvous with a distinguished acquaintance.”

Satoru's reaction was subtle yet unmistakable as he momentarily froze, his expression betraying a hint of surprise. “Pardon me?” Before Suguru could elaborate further, he followed his gaze as you gracefully made your approach towards their way. Is he ever going to get tired by the sight of your elegance each time? No, I doubt he ever will be. Your presence never failed to catch his attention, clad in a resplendent blue gown accentuated by a shimmering necklace adorning your bare collarbone. Everything you wear exhales your beauty in the most delightful ways.

As you started to notice Satoru's presence, a radiant smile graced your lips as you executed a courtesy nod. “Satoru.” You acknowledged warmly.

He was certain his visage betrayed his sentiments after contemplating your sight. Dismissing his reverie, he reciprocated your warm gesture. Then, before he can be engaged in a conversation with you, his attention is drawn to a woman trailing behind you, her presence unfamiliar to him.

Rosalie approached the small gathering, bowing before Satoru with an air of deference. “Your Highness.”

Suguru, placing a hand upon Rosalie's waist, proceeded with the introduction. “Satoru, allow me to present my companion for the evening, Rosalie Moreau.”

Satoru grasped Rosalie's hand, bestowing upon it a chivalrous kiss. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mademoiselle.”

The four of you engaged in amiable discourse over flutes of champagne, entirely oblivious to the imminent commencement of the show mere minutes away. You find it unsettling that there's no news about your mysterious suitor. Could it be a sudden change of mind? Your worry immediately dissipated as a familiar voice called out.

“Miss (Y/N).”

You turned, and a sudden stillness overcame you as your gaze fell upon Mr. Whitfield. His towering stature and chestnut locks were captivating, while his countenance boasted a chiseled jawline and a nose reminiscent of a divine sculpture. His emerald eyes seemed to echo the verdant splendor of nature itself. He was... utterly breathtaking.

“I am elated to see you have accepted my invitation tonight.” Mr. Whitfield expressed, gently taking your hand in his and bestowing a reverent kiss upon it. “I must extend my sincerest apologies for my tardiness. Circumstances beyond my control held me back.”

You dismiss his apologies, “That's quite alright, there's nothing you could have done in that situation, Mr. Whitfield.”

“Of course, how could I possibly forget about you.” Suguru's sudden voice interjected from behind, taking you all off guard, as a flicker of recognition crossed his countenance. “Ewart.”

Ewart chuckled warmly, extending his hand in a gesture of camaraderie. “It has been an eternity, friend. How have you been faring?”

Following a conversation enveloped in a setting tinged with familiarity, Ewart lifted his gaze to meet the stern sapphire eyes of Satoru. Assuming a resolute stance, he offered his greeting. “Satoru.”

In response, Satoru echoed the sentiment with a steely intensity, his gaze locking with Ewart's. “Ewart.”

Before the tension lingering in the air could escalate further, Suguru intervened. “Gentlemen, the hour approaches for the commencement of the show. Let us proceed accordingly.”

Satoru completely forgot about the show for a brief moment momentarily drawn back to the present by Suguru's prompting, nodded in agreement. “Darling, I've been looking for you. Shall we adjourn to the show?” He also has forgotten about being here with this insufferable woman.

Cressida's presence interjected into their midst, as she wrapped her arm around Satorus. Upon seeing she had company, she offered her greeting. “Good evening.”

As the last call resounded through the gathering, Suguru remarked, “I believe it is time for us to proceed indoors.” In unison, all present acknowledged the call, gracefully transitioning to join their respective partners.

The ethereal voices of angels enveloped you, ensconcing you in a comforting embrace. It astonishing to behold the virtuosic talents of the artists unfurling before your very eyes, each performance leaving you breathless with admiration. Though the spectacle unfolded for what could have been hours, you remained unflagging in your enthusiasm, enraptured by each successive performance. As the show unfolded, you discovered a kindred spirit in Ewart, a connection that eluded Mr. Burton. Underneath his captivating visage, Ewart revealed himself to be a man of deep sentiments. Sentiments he's eager to share with you if you ever give him the chance to do so.

For years, my heart has been enthralled by your presence, enraptured from the very instant our paths intertwined. My love for you never knew bounds, devoid of any conditions or limitations. It is a love that has endured, yearning for reciprocity over the years. I have waited, desperately for your affection. Yet, what have I received in return? Betrayal. You harbored affection for another behind my back, giving birth to a bastard child.

Your actions speak not of love, but of obsession! I have always harbored affection for you, but not in the way you wanted me to.

“I've seen this performance on previous occasions.” Ewart remarked, his gaze unwaveringly fixed upon the unfolding act. "It never fails to entertain me.”

You nodded in agreement beside him, a subtle acknowledgment of his observation. “Thus far, it has proven to be quite interesting.”

If I cannot have you, then no one shall. The chilling declaration echoed through the audience, eliciting gasps as flames danced on stage. Though controlled as part of the performance, the sight of fire ignited an unsettling sensation within you, obscuring your vision with its fierce intensity. The sight felt inexplicably familiar as if you had encountered such a scene before, though the memory remained elusive.

As smoke roomed inside the humble house, a tangible tension pervaded the air, accompanied by the haunting echo of footsteps upon cold floorboards and the ominous click of a loaded firearm. Upon failing to seek his next prey, the specter of danger left the scene, letting everything behind burn to ashes.

Returning to the present, you became aware of your rapid breathing, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. Ewart, attuned to your distress, gently clasped your hand in his, trying to figure out what has troubled you. Though you attempted to reassure him, your heart continued to race restlessly. Closing your eyes, you found yourself unable to bear the sight of the flames any longer.

Why did the mere sight of fire evoke a fear you had never known?

Author’s note: I’m sorry if you guys felt this was a rushed chapter, I’ve been busy lately.

🏷: @sadmonke , @tbzzluvr

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The Nanami Kento you once knew exuded vitality, his eyes radiating with anticipation for each new dawn. His charming presence was characterized by his lustrous blonde locks, striking stature, and deep brown orbs. A paragon of confidence and strength, he was esteemed by all who knew him. He was the epitome of perfection, and you consider yourself incredibly fortunate to have him by your side. Enveloped in his protective embrace, while he shields you from the outside world. Or that’s what you thought. As you soon came to realize, this perfect illusion was designated to unravel before your very eyes.

The gruesome sight staining his hands halted any coherent thought of forming, his gaze ensnared by the visceral hue of crimson. No, it was an accident— he had no control whatsoever. He dashed to his restroom, scrubbing off the blood of him till his skin screamed in protest. Yet, upon meeting his reflection, a sinister metamorphosis overtook him. The man staring back at him bore an icy, remorseless expression.

“Should have let him perish, he deserved nothing less.”

With a quickened breath, Nanami shattered the mirror, the shards falling into the sink below. Terror holds him hostage, as realization sinks in. It was undeniable, an unknown malevolent entity rested inside him.

Gojo Satoru his confidant has spent his days looking out for his well-being, noticing every small detail of his new behavior. He noticed his quiet demeanor when he usually spoke his mind without hesitation. Nanami is grateful for his confidant’s friendship, but unable to place his burdens upon him. Deciding is the best if he just remains quiet. Days elapsed, and the malevolent presence within him seemed to abate. He presumed it a denouement, a mere transient episode of mental perturbation. However, when his associates extended an invitation for libations, the trajectory of events took a dire turn. Recollection of that fateful night eluded him, shrouded in a veil of amnesia despite the paltry consumption of spirits. What compounded the enigma was awakening to find himself supine upon the floor of his domicile. A knock resounded at his place, pulling him out of his thoughts. Trying to make his appearance presentable he proceeded to admit the unexpected visitor. The words spoken barely registered in his awareness before he found himself arrested.

“You're under arrest for the murder of Mr. Wright.” Nanami's mind reeled with disbelief as the weight of the accusation settled upon him like a heavy shroud. His thoughts raced, grappling with the implausibility of the situation. Murder—an act so abhorrent and antithetical to his very being—laid at his feet like a damning verdict. It was an accusation that struck at the core of his identity, shattering the illusion of certainty and plunging him into a maelstrom of doubt and confusion. He was not capable of such heinous deeds, his conscience untainted by the stain of bloodshed. The accusation was a cruel twist of fate, unable to grasp his reality. There has to be someone who can speak out for him, to clarify he wasn't a murderer. That is it, Satoru. As soon as news of his friend's arrest reached Satoru, he wasted no time in rushing to his side, determined to uncover the truth behind the accusations leveled against him.

“I am innocent of this accusation. I beseech you, have faith in my words. No one seems to believe me!”

Satoru swiftly offered his assurance, “I place my trust in your innocence, Nanami. Yet, this perplexing affair troubles me deeply. Do you retain any recollection whatsoever?”

Regrettably, Nanami shook his head, his tone tinged with a sense of defeat. “I'm afraid not. I recall nothing, not even my return home. However, you were present, were you not? There must be some piece of information within your grasp that can vindicate me.”

Nanami was taken aback when Satoru's worried expression transformed into one of stoic resolve. “You truly don't recall anything at all?” Satoru questioned.

His brows furrowed in confusion, not quite understanding what his friend was implying. “What do you mean? Are you suggesting I'm involved in this crime without even knowing it?”

Satoru emitted a subdued laugh, his azure gaze deepening, seeming to penetrate Nanami's innermost thoughts. “You believe I wouldn't notice it.” Nanami's heart plummeted at this discernment.

Undeterred, Satoru pressed on, “Ah, spare me that expression. You are well aware of my words.”

His towering figure loomed over the confinement of the iron bars, casting a formidable presence as he fixed his gaze upon Nanami, his countenance inscrutable. “You and I, my dear friend, share a semblance.” He intoned with a detached air. “I once believed I alone harbored such thoughts, but it appears I was mistaken. You, too, possess the same inclinations as I do.” Then in a moment of contemplation, he acknowledged a broader truth. “However, it is not solely confined to you and me. Every man is born evil, trapped in a web of arrogance, pride, lust, greed, and envy. Some of them are foolish enough to be caught in their acts while the other part navigate the treacherous waters of deceit with finesse.” With a note of sagacity, he addressed the man before him. “Ah, my esteemed confidant, I discern the evil that lurks within your being, a mirrored reflection of my own.”

The trust Nanami once held for his companion shattered in an instant, his fingers clenching the cold metal bars as he returned the man's penetrating stare. “What have you done?”

Satoru's demeanor remained unchanged, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he withdrew a delicate dagger from within his coat, its blade adorned with crimson stains, still glistening as if fresh. “Does recollection begin to dawn upon you?” he inquired with a sardonic smirk, as he deftly manipulated the glinting steel between his fingers. A veil of forgotten memories began to lift, revealing glimpses of a fateful evening. Nanami's mind stirred with recollection he recalls seeing his friend's back and dagger between his fingers as he stared down at a body on the floor of his place. They had been summoned for a drink after a long day of labor, only to find themselves later on within the confines of Nanami's place. His boss, in his perpetual demand for more labor, had incited frustration within Nanami, who wishes to work less to see you more often. He doesn't recall the exact moment the dagger lay on his hand or the moment the dagger pierced through his boss's chest. Though the shadow of murderous intent had long haunted his thoughts, he knew he waas incapable of doing such an act.

Satoru seized the dagger from his friend's grasp, a smirk dancing upon his lips. “Do not harbor shame.” He declared, his voice tinged with disdain. “He was a wretched individual.” With a swift turn, he knelt beside the writhing form of their fallen boss, who lay in a pool of crimson. Without a hint of remorse, Satoru plunged the dagger into the already open wound with ruthless precision. As the deed was done, Satoru rose to his feet, making his way towards his friend who has still a vacant stare.

“I shall take this dagger with me," Satoru declared, turning to depart from Nanami's residence, seemingly unbothered by the corpse lying nearby.

Back in the present, Nanami's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his friend, a tumult of emotions swirling within him. “Why?” He questioned, his voice tinged with a blend of incredulity and ire. “Why would you make me do such a monstrous act?”

“(Y/N)” Satoru responded unfazed. Satoru's response was met with a mixture of shock and betrayal from Nanami. “(Y/N)?” he echoed, the name resonating with disbelief. “My fiancée.” He muttered, as the realization hit him like a bolt from the blue. Now everything makes sense.

Satoru nodded, his expression unyielding. “Yes, (Y/N). I've desired her for so long, now with you out of the way. I can finally have her.” He admitted coolly his sins, his words dripping with a sense of calculated intent. It all falls into place now. He planned this entire scenario to get ride of him so that he could claim you for himself.

As Satoru was escorted out by the officers, a facade of concern painted his features, his smile devoid of warmth, placing a mask upon himself, hiding his true twisted intentions. “I will do everything in my power to prove your innocence, my friend. You have my word.” He declared, his voice dripping with false reassurance.

Nanami's voice echoed through the cell as he shouted after Satoru, his words laced with determination and anger. “I will not let you get away with this! I will find a way out of here, and I will follow you like a shadow, even if it's the last thing I do!”

When news of your beloved's arrest reached your ears, disbelief and anguish gripped your heart, and tears flowed freely down your cheeks like torrents. Seeking solace, you sought refuge in Satoru's comforting embrace, finding sanctuary in his reassuring presence. As you wept in his arms, Satoru whispered words of reassurance and comfort, his voice a soothing balm to your shattered spirit. “There is nothing to fear, my love.” He whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead in a gesture of comfort. “I am by your side, and together we shall navigate this ordeal.”

As the years stretched on, the once-ardent correspondence between you and your beloved dwindled to naught, leaving Nanami's heart heavy with a sense of betrayal. Each unanswered letter served as a dagger to his soul, piercing through layers of love and devotion until all that turned into a cauldron of rage and resentment. Buried beneath the weight of his own anguish, Nanami's love for you withered and died, replaced by a consuming thirst for vengeance. Now as he stands as a free man Nanami's resolve burns with intensity. No longer the gentle soul who once professed undying love, he had transformed into a vessel of wrath, his heart consumed by the fires of vengeance. He vowed to exact his revenge upon the man who had torn him apart, sparing no mercy.

𝐅𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 ?

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