I was asleep in class again. Not by choice—just the usual sleep deprivation that cos with being a married man with a kid and questionable life decisions.
"Yo," a voice hissed next to . "You alive, or should I call the nurse?"
I cracked one eye open. It was Sam, of course. The only guy who'd poke a sleep-deprived man instead of letting him die peacefully.
"You look like roadkill," he said, grinning. "Everything good at ho, Grandpa?"
I groaned and sat up. "Dude, I've got a kid and a wife. What do you think I'm supposed to look like? A K-drama lead?"
"Fair." He nodded, then smirked. "Still... I miss the old Yuuta. You know, the creep who stared at Fiona like she was the last water bottle in a desert."
I narrowed my eyes. "I wasn't a creep."
"You were the creep. Certified Fiona Watchdog. Honestly, I respected the commitnt. She looked like a model, and you made the rest of us believe we had a chance just by how hard you stared."
"Yeah, well," I muttered, "those were simpler tis. Before... Erza happened."
"Wait, how did that even go down? You and Erza? She's, like... terrifying. And hot. Terrifyingly hot goddess."
I gave Sam a tired look, running my hand through my hair. "Well, I t her in the most unique place, but I can't really say that."
Sam's goggles glead under the fluorescent light as he leaned in, clearly trying to hide his curiosity. "Wow, it must've been a really special place."
I sighed, letting my head fall back against the bench. "Yeah, sothing like that."
He pressed on, clearly expecting so kind of grand romantic gesture. "So, what did you do? Propose? Complint her? Say sothing deep to grab her heart?"
I stared at him blankly for a mont. "Nah. All I did was... sleep with her right away."
Sam blinked, his goggles nearly falling off his face. His jaw dropped, and for a second, I thought he was gonna pass out from the shock. He slapped his hand on his face like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Wait—are you serious?" he sputtered. "You—what? You fucked her on the first date?"
I yawned, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, it was a mistake, alright? My bad. I take full responsibility for that. Now, if you'll excuse , I'm going to sleep."
Sam just stood there, frozen, goggles still perched on his face, trying to process what I'd just said. It was almost like the goggles were the only thing keeping his brain from short-circuiting. "You're insane," he muttered.
I just shrugged. "Probably. But let sleep."
"Legendary," Sam said with a nod. "I wanna do that too."
"Cool," I said, with the sigh of a man who hasn't slept in 46 hours and regrets his life choices.
I feel sudden chill in spine like soone was watching
I saw Fiona started staring at . Like, full-on, no-blinking, 'I'm-about-to-make-things-complicated' staring.
I tried to ignore it. Nope. Still staring.
I am sitting in class, pretending to listen to the lecture, but my soul had long since left my body. Mostly because Fiona was staring at .
Again.
From across the room. Like so beautiful assassin trying to decide whether to flirt with or kill . Honestly, I couldn't tell anymore.
Now I know what girls feel like when they say "stop staring at ."
Karma really does hit hard.
Sam leaned over and whispered, "Bro, did you take notes?"
I glanced at him, deadpan. "How could I write anything when I'm being stalked like a missing K-drama heir? Should I... call the police?"
He looked at like I'd just asked to eat soup with a fork.
"Bro," he whispered back, deadly serious, "if you even think about it, you'll be ashes before the sirens arrive. Fiona holds more influence in this college than the actual principal. She has, like, six fan clubs."
I blinked. "SIX?"
"Yeah. And if any of them see you brushing her off like this, they'll cut you into tiny pieces and sell them as limited-edition Yuuta keychains."
"...How the hell do you know all this?"
Sam puffed his chest. "Because I'm the leader of Club #2."
I stared at him for a full three seconds... then punched him in the arm.
"Traitor."
And then, in the middle of class, she stood up, walked past the teacher like she didn't care about existence, and whispered to :
"Yuuta, et on the rooftop Alone."
As soon as Fiona said, "Yuuta, et on the rooftop," the whole class went dead silent—again.
Chairs stopped squeaking. Pens froze mid-air. Even the AC sounded like it was holding its breath.
Then ca the whispers.
"Wait... did she just ask him to et her alone?"
"Bro, what is this, a live drama episode?"
"Isn't that Yuuta? The married guy? With the super hot wife?"
"No way. He's got a wife and still pulling girls like Fiona? What's he cooking?!"
I sat there blinking like a confused NPC.
What the hell is going on? Why's Fiona acting like this lately?
Rooftop? That's never a good sign.
But, being the idiot I am, I went.
Yuuta's POV – Rooftop Confession
Evening had painted the rooftop in gold and shadows. The breeze was soft, almost shy, brushing past like it didn't want to intrude. And there she was—Fiona—waiting by the railing with her college bag hugged tightly to her chest, like it was the only thing holding her together.
I walked over, heartbeat mildly offbeat. "Fiona... sorry for making you wait."
She turned, smiled gently. "It's okay. I don't mind waiting... not for you."
That hit deeper than I expected.
I rubbed the back of my neck. "Thanks for the Easter egg yesterday. Elena loved it too. She thinks you're a magician now."
Her eyes lit up for a second. "I'm glad. I wanted to give you sothing... even if small."
There was a silence. Not awkward. Just... full.
Then she said, carefully, "Yuuta... there's sothing I've been aning to say."
I gave a nervous chuckle. "Okay... should I sit down for this?"
She smiled faintly, then looked straight at . "Let's run away. You and . Let's get married and leave this city."
For a mont, the world paused. My brain skipped like a scratched CD. I blinked, waiting for the punchline. It didn't co.
"Wait... are you serious?" I asked, stepping back. "Fiona, I—Are you okay?"
She stepped forward. "I know you still care about . I can feel it. Don't lie to yourself. You were never ant to be stuck with soone like her."
I swallowed. Calmly, I said, "Fiona... what I felt back then, maybe it was real. Maybe it wasn't. But what I have now—it is. I have a ho. A family. A little girl who waits at the door just to hug when I co back. That's not sothing I can throw away."
She trembled. "You don't know about your wife.....she's not human, Yuuta. She's not who you think she is. She's a demon or monster."
My heart dropped. Everything inside froze. I stared at her—eyes wide, voice stuck.
"...What do you an not human?" I asked, keeping my cool while internally screaming.
Inner :Wait. How the hell does she know that??
"Please, Yuuta," she whispered. "Before it's too late."
I looked away, heart thudding. "I can't."
But even as I said it, I knew sothing had already begun unraveling.
Her eyes trembled as she said, "Yuuta... she's not human." She said again
I froze. Unable to think of any excuses
"What?" I blinked, heart stamring. "Fiona... why are you saying this?
Her eyes shimred—not with tears, but sothing heavier. Fear. Desperation.
"She's a monster," she whispered, almost to herself. "She'll make you her slave, Yuuta. Slowly, quietly—until you forget who you even are. Until you're nothing but a hollow shell that lives and breathes for her."
She took a shaky step forward.
"Please... you have to see it. You have to feel it. Sothing about her—it isn't right. She's not good for you. She's not even human."
Her voice cracked. "She's a demon. A witch. A—"
"Stop."
The word left my mouth barely above a whisper, but it cut like a knife.
"Yuuta—"
"Just... stop."
My throat tightened. My hands curled into fists at my sides.
"You don't know her," I said, breathing slowly. "Even if she's a monster... even if all of this is so twisted fate—I don't care."
"Yuuta..."
"I can't do this, Fiona. Don't be immature. I have a family now. A ho. A little girl who waits for at the door with chocolate-stained fingers. A wife who may not be perfect—who argues, who gets angry, who hits with a slipper when I forget to do the dishes—but she loves . And I love her. That's enough."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I can't stand here and let you talk like that about the people who gave sothing worth living for."
"I don't want to lose again, Fiona."
My voice cracked, barely holding back the years buried in that one sentence.
"You don't know what it was like... sleeping in a cold room, night after night, pretending the silence didn't bother . Wondering if anyone would ever knock on my door. I spent so long convincing myself I was fine—untouchable. That I didn't need anyone."
I looked at her—really looked.
And there it was. That flicker of the past in her eyes.
All those unspoken words. All those years where everything between us hung in the air but never touched the ground.
"You never looked back," I said, my tone harder now. "You never reached out. Not when it could've made a difference."
My hands curled into fists, not out of anger, but to hold sothing in.
Maybe grief. Maybe truth.
"Then Erza ca crashing into my life. Wild. Unpredictable. Cold. A complete ss of a woman. But she brought sothing with her—color. Fire. She dragged out of whatever black-and-white life I was surviving in."
I let out a quiet laugh, almost like an apology to myself.
"She's not perfect—God, she's not. But she sees . All of . And sohow... she still chooses to stay."
"For the first ti in my life... I feel seen."
I took a step back. My voice dropped to a whisper, but every word hit like a punch.
"So if you ever truly cared about ... please, Fiona. Let go."
I closed my eyes for a second, breathing in the ache, then opened them again.
"I want to stay with my little monstrous family."
Fiona's hands trembled, her knuckles pale as she clenched them at her sides. Her eyes shimred—not with tears, but with sothing fiercer. Desperation. Conviction. Maybe even heartbreak.
"You don't believe now... but I'll prove it. I'll show you what she really is. Just you wait, Yuuta."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it struck like thunder. The rooftop fell silent, the wind pausing like it was holding its breath.
I didn't et her gaze. Couldn't. The weight of it all pressed on my chest like a stone.
So I looked away—my voice low, stripped of warmth.
"...Do whatever you want."
And with that, I walked off.
Not because I didn't care.
But because caring too much was already killing .
(Fiona's POV – First Person Narrative)
I stood there, watching Yuuta's face twist with disbelief. His eyes—those sa warm eyes that once looked at like I ant sothing—now looked through , like I was crazy. Like I was the one lying.
It hurt.
God, it hurt more than I expected.
But I swallowed it.
I didn't flinch. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing break. Not when she had already taken so much.
He was blind. Completely lost in the illusion she cast around him. That woman. That thing.
But I wasn't going to stand here and watch him fall deeper. I wasn't going to let him drown in her lies.
I'll prove it to you, Yuuta.
Even if it kills .
Because she's not who you think she is. She's not your savior. She's not your wife. She's not even human. She's a monster—wearing a pretty face, hiding claws behind a gentle smile. Erza. The demon you sleep beside.
And you don't even see it.
But I do.
I'll expose her. I'll bring her into the light, rip off that mask she wears and show the world what you refuse to see. The governnt, the agencies—soone will believe . Soone will protect you.
Because you're not safe.
Not with her.
Not anymore.
You were mine once, Yuuta. Maybe not completely—but enough. Enough for to know what's real. Enough to know this—what she's done to you—isn't love. It's control.
I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my skin.
I'll save you.
From her.
Even if you hate for it.
Because I'd rather be your villain than let her keep being your nightmare.
To be continue.....
[End of Chapter]
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