cw: post canon events, canon plot, breaking in, crowbar, suggestive content, a very touchy ronin
It was yet another uneventful day for Y/N, her boyfriend was gone doing god knows what; probably murder. The European killers were asleep, so that left Angel and Misaki to talk to. Angel was busy with her own stuff, so it left Misaki and Y/N on call to gossip and shit talk. The two enjoyed their gossip sessions while Y/N would work on their story, it was routine, almost.
“And so yeah, basically this guy would not stay still for the life of him! I swear he had ADHD or something…but eventually he stopped for a split second to tie his shoe, so I got him, BUT DAMN I WAS WORRIED ABOUT MY LACK OF MONEY.” Misaki ranted, while Y/N typed up some more of their writing.
They began to talk about Ronin, well the character that in sorts represented him…his annoying charm, his personality, the flirtatious nature of his character…everything that pissed them off in a way that made them realize how in love they were.
“Dude. Earth to Y/N.” Misaki spoke, taking Y/N out of their trance.
“Shit, my bad, What did you ask?” They asked, switching to the server tab.
“I said, spill the beans on you and Ronin. We obviously know you’re together since you dropped it on vday, but how is it going?” They asked, adjusting their position in their bed.
“Ouhhh, yeah it’s good. He's essentially the same as he is on the server, just touchier and more flirty slash cocky slash annoying…but he’s great, really sweet surprisingly. considering all the shit he gave me before.” They chuckled, recalling how Ronin would call them out and mess around with them.
It still partially pissed Y/N off that Ronin was playing with them at first, even if he’s apologized over and over. However, he made up for it by being a pretty okay boyfriend. They continued to write down ideas on their document, generating ways to represent Ronin accurately without blowing his cover, obviously. Not that they planned on making the characters the exact same, hell, the only similarity between the two are the cocky, flirty personalities, which isn’t unique.
“So how do you think I can represent Ronin best without it actually being him?” Y/N asked, thinking out loud.
“Being a cocky, flirty asshole?”
“That’s a lot of guys, Misaki.”
“Shit you’re right. Gotta make him unique.” They chuckled, crossing their legs in a butterfly pose. “Uhh, make him obsessed with the word “darling” and give him religious trauma.”
“Genius!”
“Talkin ‘bout me?” A voice spoke from the direction of her window. Not again.
“Babe, how many times do I have to say this: stop coming in through my window! You have a copy of my key, use the front door.” Y/N groaned, grabbing his hand and squeezing the life out of it.
“He does this frequently?” Misaki asked, looking confused at the camera display of Ronin with a crowbar and disheveled from climbing.
“Unfortunately. Call you back Mis?” Y/N asked and Misaki nodded, hanging up and leaving them to each other.
“Also, little warning when you’re visiting next time? I look like shit.” Y/N sighed, sitting back on their office chair.
“Darlin’ I think you look divine…wearing my shirt and some short ass shorts…fuck baby…” He groaned, his arms wrapped around their waist as he brought them closer, their back on his chest….his mouth right above their neck, breathing down and making the tiny hairs stand up.
“mmm you can work on that later, be with me, with your devil.” He kissed a spot on their neck gently.
“Mmhm-baby it’s your section, the part where you come in.” They explained, and that got his attention; because he came up from his spot in their neck.
“Oh? What are you writing? Something flattering I hope…”
“Well I’m currently trying to find a way to not expose you and get your ass thrown on death row, so yknow.” They responded, chucking self depricationally. They wouldn’t know what they’d do if they accidentally got Ronin thrown on death row. He was a wanted man after all, alas, nobody knew his identity except for the server, but they wanted him represented somehow.
“Mmm, should I just make him a cocky emo boy with a love for the word darling?” They suggested, turning to face him. All he did was bark out a laugh.
“hah! good one. though, I do think that’s accurate. As long as you also make him love a crowbar…and maybe rip out the main character’s aorta at the end?” He suggested, his hands resting on their hips. His eyes batted teasingly, as if begging them to put it in the book.
“i’ll think about it. would make for a romantic ending…a story about a girl falling in love with a guy who was secretly a serial killer, who’s loosely based off of you.”
“But you were the one in secret…we weren’t hiding as serial killers, you were hiding as the writer.” He added, pointing out the inaccuracy.
“Well yeah but i’m not trying to give the media any ideas about you guys’ existence.” They chuckled, their hand going up his arm.
“I guess, cause if not, I’d have to kill you.” He whispered, kissing a spot on his neck.
“You said you were gonna do that months ago, and where are we now?” They teased him, their hand on his cheek.
“A moment of temporary weakness. How do I resist someone as charming as you, my writer darling?” He chuckled, knowing they had mixed feelings about that nickname.
“Just darling works fine, Ro.” Y/N ruffled his hair, sitting on the bed. He followed, sitting down next to him. They rested their head on his shoulder, placing a soft kiss on his jaw.
“Love you, psycho.”
“Awh, Psycho? Keep talking dirty baby.” He teased, his arm wrapping around their waist, pulling them closer.
“God, you’re such a whore sometimes.”
“Only for you, darling.” He kissed the top of their head.
“Aren’t I a special one?” Y/N teased, then yelped softly as Ronin grabbed them by the waist and pulled them onto his lap, straddling him.
“I missed you, yknow? All. of you.” He spoke, a hint of yearning in his eyes. He did miss Y/N, they could tell. The look in his eyes, the way he spoke so tenderly…it was the look of a man in love. He loved Y/N like he loved his crowbar, maybe even more. He’d never explicitly say it, but they knew it was the truth.
His hands snuck under their shirt, feeling the soft, warm skin under the fabric. It made Y/N shudder at the sudden contact. Their arms found their way around his neck, holding themself up.
“Hey gorgeous.” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in.
“Hi baby.” They responded, leaning in to him. Their lips were millimeters away, the ghost of his breath on Y/N’s lips as he tenderly closed that gap. Their lips moved together in a tender harmony, one that spoke to the love they shared. They pulled away, a string of saliva connecting them, their breathing slowly quickening as Ronin went back in for another kiss. This time, it was a lot more passionate and aggressive. Lips on teeth, and teeth on teeth. One thing about Ronin, he bites. He bites and marks like a madman. He liked people knowing who he loved, and Y/N loved it.
Ronin pulled away, just to dive into their neck. Y/N tilted their head so he had better access, but he also used his hands to make it happen. His hand was in their hair, pulling it back so he had his space. That earned a moan out of them, and another when he nibbled at that sensitive spot he knew they liked.
“Goddamn it…R-Ronin-fuck baby.” They moaned, whimpering from the constant sensitive stimulation.
“There’s no god here darlin’, just your devil,” He sneered, grabbing the back of their head and pushing it back a bit.
“And if you have requests, I'd gladly voice them.”
God it made them so horny to think about the options, the possibilities they could do. Ronin had barely any limits, he’d cut them up if asked… he wasn’t into anything too crazy, but he was generally open. As long as he had his share of Y/N, to worship their body and love them…he didn’t care.
And fucking hell, they loved that about Ronin Beaufort.
Summary: Ronin takes you to the aquarium for a suspiciously wholesome day of shark facts, hand-holding, and bioluminescent flirting—but beneath the chaos and carnage is a boy who feels eerily at home among the predators.
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The aquarium was dim, humming with the low, filtered thrum of water tanks and the distant squeals of children. You half-expected Ronin to complain about the smell or the overpriced tickets or the fact that he couldn’t bring his knife, but he hadn’t stopped smiling since you got in.
He looked almost… giddy.
In his own, terrifying way.
“Y’know,” he said, dragging you toward the first massive tank, “sharks don’t have bones.”
You blinked. “What?”
“They’re made of cartilage,” he continued, his face pressed near the glass as a sleek, pale shark glided past. “Like your ears. And your nose. Fuckin’ freaky, huh? They’re basically one big angry nose swimming through the ocean.”
You snorted. “That’s not how that works.”
“Don’t ruin this for me, darling.”
You smiled as he wandered along the curved glass, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes darting with manic focus. His reflection in the tank was warped and eerie, matching the movement of the creatures behind it—smooth, ancient things with dead eyes and endless teeth.
Ronin looked… at home here.
Not just comfortable. Right.
You watched as he crouched to get a closer look at a bottom-dwelling shark with mottled skin.
“This one,” he muttered, tapping the glass gently, “is a wobbegong. They ambush shit. Hide under sand, then chomp. Nature’s little sleeper agent.”
“Wobbegong is a stupid name,” you said.
“So’s ‘Ronin,’ and yet here I am. Sexy and full of facts.”
You laughed under your breath and followed him down the next corridor, deeper into the winding, watery maze of glowing blue tanks and bioluminescent signage. The crowd thinned the further in you got. Most people weren’t willing to read the tiny placards or endure the heavy, aquarium-dark silence that settled the deeper you went.
But Ronin thrived in it.
He stopped in front of the shark petting pool—a shallow exhibit lit by a weak overhead glow. A staff member stood by with a half-hearted smile, bored and chewing gum.
Ronin looked at the sign, then at you, then leaned down to swirl his fingers in the water.
You were surprised how gentle he was.
“They feel like sandpaper,” he said, brushing along the spine of a passing bamboo shark. “‘Cause their skin’s covered in tiny tooth-like scales. Dermal denticles. That’s your second shark fact. Keep up, darling.”
You watched his eyes gleam with childlike awe.
“You like sharks a lot, huh?”
He looked up at you. “Of course I do. All they do is eat and survive. No bullshit. No morals. No pretending. If a shark doesn’t like you, it bites you. That’s it.”
“That’s also how you work.”
He grinned. “Exactly.”
He flicked a bit of water at you, and you pretended to be offended, smacking his arm. He caught your wrist in a flash and kissed your knuckles with mock elegance.
“Don’t test me,” he murmured, “I will drown you in the stingray tank.”
“You’d get kicked out.”
“I’d get banned with pride.”
You rolled your eyes and kept walking, but his hand stayed laced with yours. Warm. Tight. Covered in half-faded sharpie doodles and a bandage over his knuckle.
He didn’t let go even when the hallway narrowed, the floor beneath you becoming glass, revealing a tank filled with nurse sharks and eels.
Ronin pressed his face to the side glass like an absolute menace.
“Third shark fact,” he whispered. “Sharks can detect electrical fields. Like tiny pulses in the water. Heartbeats, muscle twitches. It’s how they know you’re alive.”
You looked at him.
He looked at you.
“I’d find you in the dark, darling. Even if you hide.”
You swallowed.
Of course he’d say that.
Of course your heart would beat faster when he did.
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The jellyfish room was quiet.
You stepped through a curtain of black and into an endless glow of floating, gelatinous ghosts. The only light came from the tanks—soft blues, purples, and reds pulsing like slow heartbeats in the dark. The floor muffled your footsteps. Even the signage was hushed.
It felt like being underwater.
And Ronin?
Ronin looked spellbound.
He stood in front of a wall-sized tank filled with translucent bells and drifting tendrils. His silhouette was backlit, shoulders relaxed, hair haloed by the neon pink light.
You moved up beside him. He didn’t say anything at first.
Then: “You ever feel like you’re dreaming, darling?”
You glanced at him. “Right now?”
He nodded, still watching the jellyfish.
“Sometimes I feel like I died a long time ago. And this is just the weird limbo where I get to hold your hand for a bit.”
You blinked. “That’s… incredibly depressing.”
He snorted softly, finally looking at you. “You’re the one who dated me. You knew what you signed up for.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.
Ronin turned fully toward you, pulling you gently into his arms—slow, like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to. His cheek pressed against your temple.
“They’ve been around for millions of years,” he murmured. “No brains. No hearts. Just vibes.”
You stifled a laugh against his shoulder.
“Fourth shark fact,” he said, like it was a secret. “Some sharks glow in the dark, too.”
“That’s not even about jellyfish.”
“Don’t interrupt me. I’m being romantic.”
You grinned, holding him tighter.
The moment lingered, syrup-slow and gentle, wrapped in glow and quiet.
But of course, Ronin didn’t stay soft for long.
He took your hand and dragged you into the next hallway, manic energy returning like someone flipped a switch.
“Come on, come on,” he said, practically skipping. “It’s tunnel time.”
The underwater tunnel curved beneath a massive tank. Sharks gilded above and beside you, rays sweeping like ghosts over your heads. The light was dim and dreamy, fish silhouettes dancing across your skin.
Ronin walked backwards in front of you, arms open.
“Imagine if the glass shattered right now,” he said.
“Romantic.”
“We’d die instantly. Together. Pretty.”
You laughed, and he caught you by the waist, pulling you close.
His eyes glinted with the tank light.
Then: “Fifth shark fact.”
You leaned in. “Hit me.”
“Sharks have multiple rows of teeth. When one falls out, another pops forward. Always armed. Always ready.”
He kissed you before you could respond—quick at first, then slower, deeper, more sure of himself. His hands framed your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. The taste of salt from the air, the cool tank-light shadows—it all blurred around the warmth of his mouth.
You curled your fingers into his hoodie.
When he finally pulled back, he was smiling.
“Did I ruin the mood?” he asked.
You shook your head. “No. But if you give me one more shark fact right now, I will throw you into the stingray tank myself.”
He grinned.
“Fair.”
You kept walking, hand in hand, the echo of your laughter swallowed by the water above.
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-Bonus Scene-
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You didn’t even make it five steps into the gift shop before Ronin vanished.
One second he was beside you, pretending to be normal. The next? Gone. You looked left—just a rack of sea turtle t-shirts. Looked right—nope, just some child losing a balloon.
Then you heard it.
A muffled “Darling—look.”
You turned around slowly.
There he was. Crouched behind a display of glittery snow globes, clutching the world’s largest stuffed shark like it was a newborn. His face was all wide-eyed innocence. The shark’s plastic tag dangled like a noose from its fin.
“I need him,” Ronin whispered, barely peeking out.
You walked over with your arms crossed. “You already made me carry a stuffed jellyfish, a mood ring, and a shark hat. I think we’re good.”
“But this one has teeth. Look at him.”
You did not look at him.
“Ronin.”
“Yes, Baby?”
“Put it back.”
“…I would kill for him.”
You sighed and held out your hand.
“No, no, I’ll carry him,” Ronin said, standing dramatically and slinging the plushie over his shoulder like a rifle. “If I must walk through the fire of capitalism to rescue a soul, so be it.”
“You’re insufferable.”
He leaned in close. “And yet… still kissable.”
You gave him the flattest look imaginable, but he just grinned and waltzed off toward the register like the main character of a very cursed indie film.
As you followed behind, you realized the plush shark did look kind of cute tucked under his arm.
“You’re naming it, aren’t you?”
He didn’t even look back. “His name is Mister Chomp. He has a tragic backstory. He’s killed before.”
“Oh my god.”
“Just like me.”
You stared at his back.
“…So are you Mister Chomp or is the shark?”
“Yes.”
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-Bonus-Bonus Scene-
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The door slammed open.
Ronin kicked it shut behind him with the dramatic flair of someone who had just escaped a heist, not a children’s aquarium. “Home, sweet hell,” he announced, tossing his jacket onto the couch and unceremoniously dropping Mister Chomp onto the bed.
The plush shark flopped face-down like a corpse. Somehow, it made you laugh.
“You didn’t have to sprint up the stairs with him like you were evading a SWAT team,” you said, shutting the door gently behind you.
“He deserved dignity,” Ronin replied, dead serious. “He’s been through enough. You saw the way that toddler tried to grab him—he has trauma.”
You kicked off your shoes and padded over, flopping down on the bed beside him. Ronin was already laying on his back, one arm behind his head, the other cradling the massive stuffed shark like it was a real pet.
“Darling,” he said softly, “we’re a family now.”
You blinked at him. “We are not adopting the shark.”
“We already did. He’s one of us. Look at his little eyes. He understands us.”
“Mister Chomp is polyvinyl plastic and stuffing—”
“He’s seen things.”
You groaned into your hands. “We need a real hobby.”
“This is a hobby.”
Ronin turned his head to look at you, black eyes catching the low orange glow of the bedside lamp. His voice softened a notch. “Y’know… this was good. Today. The sharks, the dumb facts, the crime spree in the gift shop.”
You smiled a little. “You didn’t even get kicked out.”
He grinned. “Personal growth.”
A beat passed, calm and strangely warm.
Then Ronin scooted closer—just enough to press his forehead to yours, Mister Chomp still nestled between you like a peace offering.
“I like this version of us,” he murmured. “Quiet. Stupid. Happy.”
Your heart twisted a little at the word happy. It didn’t sound like something he said often.
You kissed his forehead, soft. “Me too.”
Ronin blinked slowly, like he was memorizing the moment. Then, he dramatically shoved Mister Chomp between you both like a wall.
So today’s the day. Today is the day you suck it up and do as he asked. As your devil wanted. Your nerves are as active as ever, adrenaline pumping through your veins and you haven’t even done anything yet.
Just the thought of actually killing someone scares you but also… excites you in a way? You’ve heard all your friends Misaki, Angel, Feli, so many of them talk about their murders. You’re finally going to join them, you won’t be the odd one out.
You’re not just gonna be a writer anymore…
You have already planned a target and a method, you just need to get your ‘materials.’
You grab your duffel bag, crowbar, and cleaning products. You mustn’t get caught on your first kill, it has to be perfect. Ronin has to be proud.
You stuff your bag full and head out, on your way to the victim’s house.
The victim is a woman, probably in her late twenties. She’s got long, ginger, silky hair and vibrant green eyes.
Normally, you’d probably go for a man.
But this girl.
This girl flirted with Ronin and expected to get away with it. That’s not happening.
The crowbar fits nicely in the back of her head, spewing out blood onto you. Good thing you’re prepared, isn’t it?
You swing your crowbar again, this time catching her neck. You listen as her screams turn to gurgles and…
Silence.
Now, it’s time to harvest her aorta!
The knife slides smoothly through her bare chest, perfect.
With your gloves on, you push your hand inside of the hole you made, fishing out her heart.
You’ve seen enough of Ronin’s grotesque murders to be nauseated by this one.
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<goreboy>: Y/N
<goreboy>: you Up for coming Over?
<Y/N>Let’s meet in Purgatory. <3
<goreboy>: damn, Alright.
<goreboy>: Got something Planned?
<Y/N>: Maybe… :3
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You stand in Purgatory as you wait for Ronin, holding your duffel bag.
He strides into the alleyway, looking for you. “Y/N! Whatchu got there, darlin’?” Ronin called out to you and you smiled wide. “Ro! I got you a present, I think you’ll like it a lot.” You ran up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around your waist. “Mhm? What is it, doll? Show me.” You both let go and you begin to unzip your duffel bag. Ronin watched intently, grinning. You pulled out the heart you carved out of the woman and handed it to Ronin. Your cheeks flushed. You had always told Ronin you’d kill for him, but never kept your word. Now you’re finally proving how much he means to you and your heart began racing.
Ronin took the heart, placing his free hand on your cheek. He gave you a kiss, “Fuck, darlin’, your first kill? What have I done to my pretty little writer?” Ronin grinned, “Good fuckin’ job, baby. I’m so proud.”
He leaned in, kissing your lips. You kissed back, deepening it. He slid his tongue between your lips, tangling with yours, exploring your mouth like an uncovered cave. His hand found the back of your head, lightly gripping your hair. A small moan escaped from your mouth, your hands wrapping back around his neck. Ronin broke the kiss to place kisses down your chin, down your neck, and went onto leaving hickeys on your collarbones. Sucking, biting, leaving red marks all around.
“You wanna take this somewhere else.. or fuck here?” He spoke in a deep voice, his eyes darkened by lust. You felt your face go hot, imagining taking him in his favorite alleyway.
“Here…” You squeaked. You could feel yourself beginning to drip, thinking of all the possibilities.
“Fuck, I love you, darlin’.” He spoke with a grin.
Ronin Beaufort is a character in the visual novel/dating sim game named Killer Chat! This game is a romantic simulator where the main character is a crime writer who stumbled into a serial killer group chat after being invited by a mystery man. Prior to the invitation, the MC was asking a series of suspicious questions on the dark web, where the mystery man responds and invites her. A bit later in the game, it is revealed that it was in fact, Ronin who invited MC to the server. Throughout the game, Ronin drops very subtle hints to MC that he knows their identity and that they were not a serial killer. These hints get more obvious as the game progresses, until he eventually full on told them that he knew in a private channel in the server, which he named “artistic license” as a play on words. He wouldn’t shy away from making his knowledge known, as we see throughout the game when he would pick and poke at every little thing MC says when they try to blend in. He, at one point suggested that they were “an interloper,” meaning that they were essentially a spy or someone who was trying to expose them; therefore this brought suspicion to the server. However, we also see Ronin’s softer side throughout the game. Ronin at first seems like your average cocky douchebag, however if you take his route, you see the emotional complexities he has.
Ronin talks about his backstory in one of their “Truth or Dare” sessions, which he and the MC play quite a bit. He also talks about his past love life, both with Angel and back home when he was growing up. At first, he covers up the true pain of it with humor and his typical cocky attitude, however, if MC chooses to prod at him further, you get to see the more human side to this guy who built himself a whole new persona as a coping mechanism for the pain he endured. Ronin Beaufort is Transgender, it was subtly implied in his rant about his past, however it is confirmed by the creator. Ronin grew up in an extremely reserved, conservative town where homophobia was prominent due to the high influence of the church. This was part of his debut where his new identity of being “The Devil” began to surface. Due to his strong hatred towards the church, he adapted this persona and made it his trademark alongside his serial killer name being “The Butcher.” He is also seen with an obsession with satanic imagery, the devil and the antichrist. During his route, MC can refer to him as the Antichrist as a joke, however he takes it as a compliment and enjoys the nickname. Ronin, in the timeline also has a confirmed 666 kills, which is another reference to satanism. He talks about trauma with the church and how it ruined everything with his best friend/first love. This is presumably pre-transition due to his reference to the internalized homophobia and “perfect girlhood bullshit,” as well as his line “It’s a shitty repressed Christ-loving town, What d’you think happened?” This, he said, was his breaking point, which led to him killing the priest, then “dozens more,” which then led to his path of serial killing.
However, he claims that his relationship with Angel helped him. We see a moment of the emotional human beneath the cocky surface when he talks about her. He claims that she “gave him love, a reason to live,” which means he struggled mentally at some point. It is never specified what exactly this struggle is, just that he did struggle. It was more so after this point, along with their playful banter, that he and MC started their “relationship.” The reason why the word relationship is in quotes is because his relationship with MC was a mix of them messing with and manipulating each other, even prior to the identity reveal. Ronin and MC (if choosing the most flirtatious or romantic response) will typically be seen flirting a lot, with the occasional Ronin moment of cockiness. During truth or dare, Ronin will dare MC to do things like “Tell the server you love me in main” or “DM V/Angel you have a crush on me” or even later on “Give me a kiss.” He obviously twists it around, but MC also has the option to twist it back against him, giving him similar dares or asking truths about his life for “midnight inspiration.” Overall, Ronin is a very repressed character; he hides himself behind his serial killer persona, he puts this mask on in front of everyone to make him seem all high and mighty; however he has feelings under all this. He has pushed down his trauma because he thought killing the person who caused it would solve his problems, when in reality, it only made him crazier. He’s clearly not a sociopath, because while he does exhibit the traits, he still has regard for others, he cares and loves for people deeply (as seen in both MC and Angel). While he displays obvious signs of psychopathy, it's more likely trauma induced rather than natural or “being born that way.”
Ronin, at the start of the game, would mainly just push MC’s button, trying to make them slip up at any moment; however, any time anyone got suspicious, he’d just cover it up again. This shows some emotional intelligence and a sense of care for MC, because while he loved pushing their buttons, they also pushed his in a way that made him feel matched up. Ronin clearly liked having MC around, even if he knew their true intention and real identity. At the start, he was generally fake towards MC. He was his typical cocky, annoying self, but the part that made him realize there’s something different was the way they didn’t take shit from him. They didn’t fall into his traps, but they instead fell for him, the last person he’d imagine. For a while, he played along because it likely brought him that feeling of power over them, with both knowing their identity, and having them wrapped around his finger; however, he quickly realizes that MC isn’t the total sucker he imagined, they still pushed his buttons and messed with him, but still was falling in love. This is what I believe brought Ronin into realizing that he might actually be having some sort of feeling towards MC, even if he’d rather die than admitting it. He would make claims about his feelings in chat, but I believe that was just playing into the role. I also think that he began to really see MC as a lover during Valentines after he dropped the bomb of knowing their identity, which leads into the ending of the kiss or kill. Both ways he ends with a similar reaction, showing just how much he actually felt towards MC. With the kiss option, it is shown that he never goes on to kill MC as he promised because after that kiss he realized just how much he wanted them, and how much he loved them.
