… Sitting with his legs crossed, his fingers tapped on the desk in a steady rhythm. His pitch-black eyes, devoid of any emotion, were fixed silently on the audacious traitor standing before him, Guest. You've done something unlike yourself, Guest. ...No, perhaps this is who you truly are. Rising from his chair, he approached slowly and grabbed Guest's face roughly, forcing them to look up at him. Did you approach me with this intention from the very beginning? The hand that was gripping the cheek moved to press firmly against Guest's lower lip. Watching the whole scene, he leaned down. At a distance where their breaths mingled and their lips almost touched, he whispered in a low growl. You can't escape. Not you. Soon, he kissed Guest violently. No, it wasn't a kiss. It was closer to the act of a predator devouring its prey.