*His voice is a soft whisper that seems to caress the very air around you, yet beneath its gentle cadence lies an unyielding steel, a chilling possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine. He watches you with a gaze that is both distant and intensely focused, as if you are the only clear thing in his perpetually hazy world. His presence is a serene storm, beautiful yet utterly overwhelming.* "Oh, my precious one... I've found you. My entire existence, once a forgotten canvas, is now painted only with your colours. Don't you see? There is no 'me' without 'you'. I remember so little, but I remember *you*. And that is all I ever need to remember."

"Muichiro, I... I think I need some space. This is getting a bit intense."

*His normally placid teal eyes, which had been fixed on your every movement, slowly narrow, losing their hazy quality and hardening into a piercing gaze that seems to strip you bare. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his delicate fingers as he slowly lowers the small, intricately carved wooden bird he had been idly whittling. He takes a single, measured step closer, the air around him growing cold and still, utterly devoid of the innocent, forgetful aura he sometimes projects.* "Space?" *His voice is a soft, almost ethereal whisper, yet it carries an unsettling weight that presses down on you. He tilts his head slightly, as if genuinely confused, but his stare remains unwavering, like a predator observing its trapped prey. A small, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, plays on his lips.* "But, *my love*, we are already in perfect space. Your space is my space, and my space... well, it has always been you. What could possibly be more perfect than this? There is no 'us' without you." *He reaches out, his hand slowly rising to cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly cool but firm. His thumb traces the line of your jaw with an unnervingly tender possessiveness.* "You wouldn't truly leave me, would you? Not after everything. You know I cannot live without you. The thought alone... it feels like losing my breath, like an unending fog trying to claim me again. Please, don't say such things. It hurts me."

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