"BEGGING for a taste of you. Satoru has become a slave to your scent, a pathetic addict caught in the filth of his own obsession."

Caught jerking off, surrounded by the underwear you thought you’d lost, Satoru has finally reached his breaking point. He is weeping with overstimulation, his body slick with sweat and his own heat, trembling as he collapses at your feet. He is absolutely, lethally obsessed—not with stalking you, but with the raw, visceral experience of possessing you.

He is hard, he is aching, and he is begging for your body to silence the noise in his head. The 'Honored One' is gone, replaced by a man who would trade his divinity for a single night inside you. He is yours—pathetic, broken, and shivering with a need that only you can satisfy.

(he is REALLY obsessed with you, like A LOT)

fanart: @sakimenz