Episode 2

The night air feels colder than usual as you watched the two guys walk away, their silhouettes fading into the darkness. You held your chest, wondering why your heart was beating so fast just from looking at Tsukishima’s eyes—they were intense, like he was seeing right through you.

A few days passed, and he became a regular. Every night, like clockwork, he would appear at your counter. He doesn't buy much, just small things, but he would stand there, watching you. His gaze never wavered, never looked away. It made you feel... special, but also slightly... trapped.

One evening, a regular customer—a friendly guy who always joked around came to your line.

"Hey Y/N, you look tired today. Working too hard?" he smiled, leaning fully on the counter. "Maybe you should take a break sometime. I know a nice café we could go to."

You laughed politely, about to reply, when the atmosphere in the store suddenly dropped.

You felt a presence behind you. Cold. Heavy.

You turned around and saw Tsukishima standing there. He wasn't looking at you. His eyes were fixed on the customer, and his usual calm expression was gone. His jaw was tight, and his eyes were narrowed into a sharp, dangerous glare.

"She's busy," Tsukishima said. His voice was low, quiet, but it carried a threat that made the air very heavy. "And she doesn't have time for strangers."

The other customer looked at him and stops leaning on to the counter. "Whoa, man, I was just—"

"I said," Tsukishima interrupted, taking a step forward, towering over him, "she's busy. Leave."

There was something in his eyes that made you shiver. It wasn't just anger. It was pure, and full of possessiveness. Like he was marking his territory.

The other guy quickly mumbled an apology and left, looking scared.

Silence kicks in over the store. Tsukishima's gaze turned back to you. His expression softened instantly, but his eyes were still dark, burning with an intensity you had never seen before.

He walked closer, until there was barely any space between you. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, and whispered against your ear.

"Did I tell you you could talk to him like that?"

You swallowed hard, your voice stuck in your throat. "I... I was just being polite—"

"Polite?" He chuckled darkly, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek, his grip slightly tight, not letting you look away. "You smile at him. You laugh at his jokes. Do you have any idea what that does to me?"

His thumb brushed against your lip, his eyes darker than before.

"You belong to me, Y/N. Don't you understand that? I can't stand the thought of anyone else looking at you, touching you, even talking to you like that. It makes me want to lock you up so no one else can ever see you again."

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his expression serious and terrifyingly sincere.

"So don't do that again. Because next time... I might not be able to control myself."

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Y/N... My beloved,

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I wanna lock you up so bad, kiss you, and mark you as MINE.

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