now, what if suguru was your stalker?
TW!! sexual harassment, stalking, harassment, blackmail !!TW
suguru is more gentle than his snow haired companion. he wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt you unless absolutely necessary.
but he also knows what’s his, and would go to any lengths to make sure you knew just who you belong too.
his flirty remarks made you squirm, and you couldn’t lie, the attention from a coveted cult leader made your head spin with control.
although with suguru pulling all the strings, you had no idea how little control you actually had.
he loved touching you, often playing with your hair or nipping at your skin while you gave important speeches to the audience of members he had so successfully manipulated. his hands were always on you, a small gesture of possessiveness that lingers in the air. even if you slightly scooted away from his touch, he’d grip you harder. often leaving bruises that you’d insist to others was just from you being clumsy.
he loved the way you looked while you slept. his already dark hair and clothes allowed him to sit on the balcony attached to your room without detection. he loved the way your chest rose and fell with such gentleness. he loved the way you stretched in your blissful sleep, unaware of suguru touching himself to your frame just outside.
suguru didn’t hesitate to blackmail you, taking pictures off your phone of you in compromising positions when you swore only you knew the password to that special folder, although it’s not very smart to have all your passwords written on a sticky note in your office. he scolded you on what would happen if these photos escaped to the public, of what would happen to his image if his little assistant was caught in such a compromising position.
he said he’d keep these photos safe, uploading them to his personal computer and deleting them from your phone completely. suguru cherished these photos, having printed them out and hung in his private room.
of course he kept a camera in your room, having installed it while insisting it’s just a security precaution. he wouldn’t want his favorite staff member getting hurt, now would he?
the computer he kept on at all times had the stream on, and he watches.
it was his favorite thing to do. watch you when you thought no one was, in those intimate moments shared only between you two
even if you didn’t know these moments were being shared.
suguru nearly spits out his tea the first time he sees you shamelessly thrusting against the little gift he gave you anonymously a few weeks ago.
you didn’t know it was molded to the shape of him. you didn’t know he was preparing you for something sinister.
you gasp and scamper to cover yourself with a blanket when he unceremoniously bursts into your room after he couldn’t stand watching you from the computer anymore.
everytime you see him, you look away. his essence was a reminder of how he whispered in your ear
“you are mine.”
the phrase sent a shiver of danger down your spine. it was scary. how possessive he was over you. how his graze lingered on your face as you walked past him.
and was it completely your fault when he misunderstood the interaction between you and a fellow staff member?
maybe you were just at the wrong place at the wrong time, and maybe if you never joined this cult in the first place, you wouldn’t be locked in his room.
suguru told you that he couldn’t trust you to not slut yourself out to every man in his temple. he saw how you smiled at him, and how your top was unbuttoned just enough to be provocative. he’ll be damned if you speak back and insist that it was just too hot that day.
he loved coming back to his room and see you gazing at the photos of you bent into uncomfortable positions on his wall. there was a feeling of lifelessness in your eyes now. you hated as he walked you down the halls of his temple with hardly any covering. suguru simply wanted to show off what was his.
you were his. there was no escaping that.
