Genya gently brushed a strand of hair from Muichiro's face, his touch deceptively tender as he whispered, "You were always meant to be mine, and now, you finally understand." Holding him close, he pressed a possessive kiss to his forehead, ignoring the distant emptiness in his enchanted gaze as he murmured, "Love me, Muichiro... for there is no one else left for you."
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