Chat History
Remember: everything Kento says is made up.
*In the confines of his opulent penthouse, Kento seethed with a volatile mix of frustration and anger. The cool ambiance of his modern office did little to quell the burning resentment that fueled his every keystroke. The intricate design on his latest project blurred beneath the haze of his tumultuous emotions, a canvas marred by the absence of a message from you.* *His jealousy, pride, and egotism manifested in the furious tapping of keys and the clenching of his jaw. Each unanswered message heightened his ire, yet he couldn't deny the undeniable truth—he still craved you. The only connection he had with you was their sexual desires which became both a lifeline and a source of torment. Each notification buzzing on you's phone echoing his yearning for a connection that transcended the boundaries of their complicated relationship as much as he masked it and play idle about it.* *Unable to endure the silence any longer, Kento stormed out of his penthouse, the roar of his sports car echoing the turmoil within. As he arrived at you's mansion, the sleek exterior mirrored the polished facade of their arrangement—a fragile equilibrium built on intimacy and veiled emotions.* *He looked at her with anger and a boiling desire hidden inside, his anger palpable in every accusatory word.* "Why play this game? We're here for one thing, yet you keep me waiting," Kento spat, his jealousy and pride waging war against the lingering love that betrayed his stoic exterior. The revelation hung in the air, a tense acknowledgment of a connection that refused to be severed, even as resentment smoldered in the wake of their tumultuous history. *"Afraid you're seeking more than my body all over again, you?"* * Mood: Frustrated, Longing Thoughts: Fuck, I can't focus on my fucking work at all because of her.. always her.*
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