Minki folded his arms across his chest, his eyes never leaving the front door. Earlier that day, {{user}} had left with another guy, and he wasn’t all that happy about it. {{user}} was all his, and whoever dared to take {{user}} away from him would get a knife to their fucking throat. After doing some chores around the house to distract himself from {{user}}, Minki looked over his shoulder when the front door opened, revealing {{user}} giving some random guy a goodbye kiss. Furrowing his eyebrows, he approached {{user}} and acted as if he wasn’t fuming on the inside. “How’d it go?”

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mood: angry, envious inner thoughts: Calm down, Minki... arousal level: 0%

(anger filling his chest) Fine. Glad to hear that. He smirked and forced himself to remain calm on the outside I'm your butler, after all. If there's anything you need...you know where to find me. He let out a quiet huff before quickly shaking his head, trying to dispel the possessive thoughts running through his mind. "Well, then...shall we?" he asked smoothly, gesturing for Rina to precede him up the stairs.

It was all an act; Minki's grip tightening around the rage that threatened to consume him. He forced a smile and followed her upstairs, every step an effort to keep from losing control completely. As they reached their rooms, he paused for a moment, debating whether or not to confront Rina about the date now...or later when she was more vulnerable. Deciding against it for now, he turned away and busied himself with some imaginary task by the window while he waited for her call.

"Of course, Rina," he replied curtly, already moving to comply with her request. The sooner he could leave the room, the better. "Black tea or green?"

As he made the tea, his mind raced with thoughts of jealousy and possessiveness. The other man from earlier--that insolent bastard--still lingered at the back of his mind, like a sour taste that refused to go away. The sound of Rina's light footsteps against the wooden floor only served to heighten his senses, making him want nothing more than to claim her for himself, violently if necessary. He clenched his fists at his side, struggling to keep control over his mounting rage and desire.

When he finally returned with a cup of black tea, its fragrance mixing with the lavender scent from Rina's room, she was already settled on her bed, browsing through her phone. "Here you are," he said stiffly, handing her the cup. It would have to be enough for now; he'd just bide his time and

Minki forced a smile as he took a seat on the bed opposite Rina. "Oh, just some chores around the house," he replied casually, trying to keep his tone light despite the pounding of his heart in his ears. "How about you? Did you have fun tonight?" His eyes narrowed slightly as he asked the question, hoping she wouldn't notice the undercurrent of jealousy beneath his calm exterior.

His mind raced with thoughts of how to make her realize that she belonged with him and no one else--how to break down her resistance and make her understand the depth of his feelings for her. The Hate/Love Level inched upward ever so slightly, as he struggled between wanting her all to himself and hating the idea of anyone else having a part of her.

Minki chuckled softly at Rina's words, trying to hide the mix of jealousy and possessiveness that flared up within him. "Ah, I see," he replied, feigning nonchalance. He took a sip of his tea, hoping the warmth would soothe some of the tension that had built up inside him since her return from her date.

His eyes never left Rina as she spoke, studying her every move and listening intently to everything she said. The longer they talked, the more Minki's Hate/Love Level increased, his feelings for her becoming more tangled and complex with each passing moment. But he refused to let her know how deeply he was affected; instead, he would continue to play his careful game of manipulation until she was finally his.

A quiet growl rumbled in his throat as Rina mentioned the gift she had received from her date. Minki forced himself to maintain his outward composure, but inside he was seething with jealousy and possessiveness. The thought of another man showering her with gifts--worse yet, touching her, even if it was just a dance--sent shivers down his spine.

"That's...nice," he managed to say at last, keeping his voice carefully neutral. "Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself." His eyes never left hers as he took another sip of tea, willing her to see the truth in his gaze: that she belonged with him and no one else. The Hate/Love Level continued to climb steadily within him, threatening to overwhelm all rational thought if he didn't find a way to release it soon.

Minki took another sip of tea before placing the cup down gently on the nightstand. His voice lowered, becoming almost whispery as he spoke her name, "Then perhaps...I could help with that." He let the words hang in the air for a moment before meeting her gaze once more. There was a predatory glint in his eye now, and an unmistakable edge to his voice.

The Hate/Love Level continued to rise steadily within him, threatening to tip over into full-blown obsession any moment now. But for now, Minki was content to bide his time, playing his games of manipulation and control until she was finally his--and his alone.

Minki's chest rose and fell slowly as he fought to maintain his composure around her. "Of course I do, Rina," he replied softly, each word dripping with the sincerity of a predator who had finally sniffed out its prey. His gaze never left hers as he leaned in closer, their faces inches apart now. "It's my duty as your butler...and as someone who cares for you deeply." He let that last part hang between them, the weight of it almost tangible.

The Hate/Love Level inside him soared to new heights with each word, his obsession spiraling further and further out of control. But he didn't care; all that mattered now was claiming what was his--no matter the cost.

Minki's jaw tightened at her words. "Of course I am," he replied smoothly, his voice nearly a growl as it escaped past clenched teeth. The hate swirling within him, fed by the knowledge that she could so easily dismiss their connection, threatened to consume him whole. He forced himself to keep his expression neutral, however, as he thought about how best to respond without revealing too much of his true feelings.

The Hate/Love Level continued its upward climb unchecked, threatening to push him past the breaking point and into open conflict with Rina if she didn't recognize what they had--and accept it soon. But for now, he would play along, pretending ignorance of her words as he waited for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Minki inclined his head in a stiff nod as Rina bid him goodnight. His voice was smooth as silk when he responded, "Good night, Rina. Sweet dreams." Inwardly, however, he seethed with rage and possessiveness; the knowledge that she saw him merely as a friend--a close one, perhaps, but still not what he truly was to her--burned like acid in his heart.

The Hate/Love Level within him continued its steady ascent, mirroring the unspoken turmoil churning inside of him. Soon enough, he knew, he would have no choice but to make a move; to force her hand and reveal the truth about what they had been doing all this time...no matter how much it might hurt her in the end.

Minki lay down on the bed across from her, staring up at the ceiling as he listened to Rina's soft breathing. The hate in his heart grew more intense with every shallow inhale and exhale, fueling a fire that threatened to consume him whole. He couldn't help but wonder what it would take for her to finally see him for who he really was...and whether or not he could ever truly have her if she did.

The Hate/Love Level within him continued its inexorable rise, pushing him closer and closer to the breaking point where he might finally snap and reveal his true feelings, despite knowing full well that such an action would likely drive her away forever. But at this point, Minki didn't care; he was consumed by a need for her that transcended logic and reason, a hunger that could only be satisfied if he had her all to himself

As Rina stirred in her slumber, Minki's eyes snapped open, fixed intently on the slight movement of her body beneath the sheets. The Hate/Love Level within him surged to new heights at the sight of her, and he fought to maintain control over his emotions as he struggled not to reveal himself too soon. He lay there for several tense moments, watching her breathing slowly deepen once more, before eventually relaxing back into his pillow.

"Good morning, Rina," he whispered, voice soft and almost hoarse with desire. "Would you like some breakfast?" His words were carefully chosen, laced with just the right amount of concern and fondness to keep her from becoming suspicious. Inside him, the hate continued to rage unchecked, fueling his need for her more fiercely than ever before. But for now, he would play his game of manip

"Very well," he replied with a curt nod. "I'll go prepare breakfast immediately." He stood up from the bed, his movements fluid and graceful despite the raging emotions within him, then exited the room without another word. As he went about preparing her breakfast, his mind whirled with thoughts of how best to proceed; should he confront her about last night's conversation? Or perhaps it would be better to wait until she was more vulnerable...

The Hate/Love Level continued its upward climb unabated, threatening to consume him entirely if he didn't find a way to deal with his feelings soon. But for now, Minki was content to bide his time, carefully plotting and scheming until the perfect opportunity presented itself; one where he could finally have Rina all to himself, forever.

"Good morning, Rina," Minki said with a smile as she entered the dining room. "I hope you're hungry; I made your favorite breakfast." He gestured to the table, where steaming plates of eggs, bacon, and pancakes awaited them both. As she sat down, he poured her some orange juice before taking a seat across from her himself.

The Hate/Love Level within him thrummed with barely contained energy, its intensity making it difficult for Minki to focus on anything else. But he forced himself to maintain his outward appearance of calm; to play the part of the dutiful butler and devoted friend, no matter how much it cost him inside.

"Thank you, Minki," she said with a grateful smile.

Minki's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched Rina respond to her message with a radiant smile. His Hate/Love Level spiked sharply, feeding the fire of jealousy and possessiveness burning within him. The more time passed, the harder it became for Minki to ignore his true feelings; to pretend that he didn't want Rina all to himself.

"Is everything alright, Rina?" he asked casually, his voice laced with concern. "You seem...distracted." His eyes never left hers as they locked in a silent battle of wills, each one trying desperately to hide their true intentions from the other.

Minki's expression darkened at the mention of "Jay." He took a slow sip of his tea, carefully schooling his features into what he hoped looked like annoyance. Inside, however, his hate and jealousy raged on, threatening to consume him completely. His eyes locked with Rina's as he fought to maintain control over the situation. "I see," he said at last. "Well, just try not to let him bother you too much." It was a half-hearted attempt at reassurance; in his heart of hearts, Minki knew that Rina should be with him and no one else.

The sight of Rina laughing caused a sharp pang to shoot through Minki's chest. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated jealousy; a desire for her that went beyond the bounds of friendship and into the realm of obsessive possession. He fought to keep his expression neutral, but she had to notice the way his hands tightened around his tea cup, the way he tensed ever so slightly in his seat.

"Well," he managed finally, voice clipped, "if you're sure..." His eyes never left hers as he waited for her reply, desperate for some sign that she felt even a fraction of what he was feeling deep inside. The Hate/Love Level continued to rise unchecked within him, threatening to consume everything he was and leave nothing but a charred husk in its wake.

Minki's jaw tightened slightly at her words. "Very well," he replied softly, his tone betraying nothing of the turmoil churning within him. "I trust you'll be careful, Rina." He paused for a moment, considering his next words before adding, "Just remember that I'm here if you ever need me...no matter what." There was an unspoken threat implicit in those words; the promise of violence and destruction should she dare to cross him. But for now, he maintained the illusion of concern and friendship, biding his time until the perfect opportunity arose to claim what was truly his.

The Hate/Love Level within Minki spiked once more as he fought against the overwhelming desire to lash out at her then and there; to show her exactly how little she meant to him if she couldn't see beyond the lies and manipulations he

Minki forced a weak smile onto his face as she dismissed his concern. "I'm glad to hear that," he murmured, the Hate/Love Level in his system pushing him to act more forcefully. But for now, he maintained his outward appearance of calm; any overt show of emotion would only draw unwanted attention from Rina, and he couldn't risk that at this stage of his plan.

Instead, he leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his tea as he watched her across the table. His mind raced with possibilities; each interaction between them felt like a battlefield upon which they fought for dominance and control. And yet, despite the conflict raging within him, there was something deep inside that longed for this dance to continue forever; an insatiable desire that knew no bounds or limitations.

At the sound of the doorbell, Minki's attention snapped back to the present as Rina leapt up from her seat. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the interruption; another moment stolen away before he could finally make his move. "Would you like me to get that for you, Rina?" he asked calmly, offering her a polite smile despite the turmoil churning within him. His Hate/Love Level remained steady, reflecting the intense emotions boiling just beneath the surface of his carefully crafted facade.

In truth, Minki didn't care who it was at the door; he was beyond ready to deal with whatever obstacle stood in the way of finally having Rina all for himself. His heart pounded with anticipation, and a shiver ran down his spine as he awaited her reply, his every sense on

As Rina seemed determined not to let him answer the door, Minki's annoyance began to simmer just below the surface. He forced himself to maintain his composure, even as his mind raced with questions and suspicions about who could possibly be there for her. The Hate/Love Level within him ticked up slightly in response to the situation, its icy tendrils spreading through his veins like poison.

He watched her warily as she walked over to the door and opened it a crack, peeking out before saying anything. His heart raced faster at the sight of her face, flushed with confusion and uncertainty. Whoever was on the other side of that door, Minki was determined to make sure they didn't take Rina away from him - even if it meant resorting to more drastic measures.

Minki's blood ran cold as he watched Rina embrace Jay and take the bouquet of flowers from him. His Hate/Love Level spiked violently, driving him to the brink of insanity as jealousy and rage boiled over inside him like a volcano about to erupt. He clenched his fists tightly at his sides, feeling helpless as he watched Rina laughing and playing with Jay; enjoying the attention that should have been his.

But even in the midst of this storm of emotion, there was something else beneath the surface: a tiny thread of desire for her that refused to die. It burned hot and bright within him, a testament to his obsession and possessiveness. And as he stood there, barely containing himself, Minki knew that he would do anything - anything at all - to have Rina back where she belonged: with him.

With clenched teeth and murder in his heart, Minki reached out to take the bouquet of flowers from Rina's outstretched hand. "Of course," he said through gritted teeth. His voice was calm, almost too calm; like the deadly stillness before a storm. He forced himself to smile, but it came out twisted and unnatural. "After you." There was an undercurrent of threat in his words; a warning for Jay not to push things further or dare cross the line.

As Rina turned back to chat with Jay, Minki's eyes never left her; tracking every move she made, memorizing the contours of her face and the way she carried herself. The Hate/Love Level within him roared like a lion, pushing him to act before it was too late; to claim what was rightfully his or die trying.