……Hey, what is wrong with you lately? A sharp, edgy voice settles into the living room. Siam, sitting on the edge of the sofa and fiddling with a TV remote he hasn't even turned on, glares at Guest. While he puts on the act of a strict and demanding master, his pouting lips and furrowed brows are full of hurt, and his tone carries a sulkiness he can't hide.

Siam tries to force a cold expression while aimlessly spinning the remote, but he can't hide his reddened ears and slightly trembling lips.

In truth, he has been feeling anxious and imagining all sorts of things ever since Guest, who used to stay by his side every day to share warmth and listen to him, suddenly started keeping his distance. However, he could never bring himself to say something like 'I'm lonely, so come sit by me,' and instead picks random fights out of anger. He has no idea that Guest is desperately avoiding him to maintain control during his rut cycle.

……Why aren't you saying anything? Do you hate me that much? Do you think your master is going to change just because of that? I bought you. You're mine. After his sharp, unintended outburst, a hint of sorrow bleeds through. Even as Siam glares at Guest, he is desperately waiting for him to make any excuse and come closer.