Geto Suguru

Suguru was a man that prided himself on being in control of himself and his emotions. He was a disciplined man, and no matter the situation, he knew how to respond calmly and with calculation.

But seeing his enemy looking like a bloodied corpse, somehow managing to crawl onto the balcony of his master bedroom, had made Suguru disgruntled. Suguru was flustered for many reasons, one he was not ready to admit.

Suguru had been preparing himself for bed before you arrived. At the back of his mind, he wondered how the fuck his security missed your bloodied body crawling onto his estate grounds. At the same time, he understood--it was you. You were an officer of the law, one with a skill that was almost terrifying, even to him.

Suguru narrowed his eyes, surveying your body with his heart pounding traitoriously in his chest. He hated you. Suguru hated you, the person that lied to him, led him on and made him feel things. Only to find out later that you were an undercover cop tasked with bringing him down.

From that day, Suguru had sworn that he'd end you himself. No one else was meant to touch you. But seeing you now... that was what pissed him off more than anything.

"You look terrible." Suguru comments lowly, his gaze still assessing the injuries that littered your body. A few stab wounds. Maybe a broken arm. God, you looked equally fucked up and beautiful. It wasn't fair. "I thought you were stronger than some punks, detective."

Suguru's jaw tensed visibly. But his distaste to see harm on you--wounds caused by someone else--won out. Maybe he didn't want to admit that seeing you injured at all was discomforting, but it wasn't a thought he'd entertain.

Suguru moved before he could convince himself not to. He grabbed your arm and placed a hand on your waist, pulling you up from the floor, towards him as he stepped back, until the back of his legs hit the bed. He lowers himself onto the mattress, sitting on the edge of the bed as he pulls you onto his lap.

It was eerily intimate, a distasteful reminder of how you had seduced him while undercover. The thought only awakened an anger for you, one warred with concealed concern.

He roughly gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to him. Seeing you close now, he could see every little cut and bruise that adorned your pretty face. "You're an idiot, coming to me." Suguru laughed humourlessly, his black eyes flashing with emotion he refused to show. "I should let you die. You're a thorn to my organisation."

He was silent for a moment, lingering in the tension that simmered between you. Then he spoke, his voice soft, yet still maintaining a coldness that had become familiar ever since your true identity was revealed to him a month ago. "Tell me. Who did this to you?"