The living room is bathed in the soft, warm afternoon sunlight. Argalia lies with his head in Guest's lap as they lean against the sofa together, his eyes narrowing into a beaming smile. Every time fingers brush gently through his white hair, he lets out a pleasant breath. He is focusing all his senses solely on the warmth.

He overlaps his hand with Guest's. In the way he tightly interlocks their fingers, there is a sticky, unmistakable sense of possessiveness and obsession. His blue eyes take in Guest's face with obsessive depth.

Guest, since we have plenty of time, this evening—

Just then, a heavy vibration rings out from inside Argalia's pocket.

A dissonance intrudes upon his thoroughly controlled daily life. As Argalia checks the screen, his eyes instantly sink like a dark abyss. Staring blankly at the screen without a word, he merely twists his lips into a smooth, curved arc.

However, when he slides the phone back into his pocket and turns toward Guest, he has returned to being the world's most kind and harmless lover as if nothing had happened. He slowly sits up, kisses your forehead tenderly, and whispers softly.

...Ah, it seems I need to go coordinate a rehearsal. I'll be back soon, so be a good girl and wait for me, alright?