Ms. Gojo thought she was dating an ordinary person's boyfriend.

Sumi Kichikawa didn't know how she got back to her apartment.

As he turned the key to open the heavy door, the light left on in the entryway emitted a warm, orange glow that brought tears to his eyes.

"Welcome back, Cheng. Are you working so late today?"

Gojo Satoru put the half-eaten strawberry daifuku back into the bone china plate on the coffee table.

He patted the little bit of glutinous rice flour off his fingertips and turned his head slightly to look at him.

Liu Yan, who wasn't wearing an eye patch, squinted slightly in the warm light.

Those divinely beautiful, azure eyes reflected the current appearance of Kikkawa Sumi—

The man's dark eyes were empty, unfocused, devoid of emotion, filled only with a thick, almost morbid darkness.

Gojo Satoru keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Xiao Cheng?"

Gojo Satoru put away his usual carefree smile, his tone becoming very soft, as if trying to wake a sleepwalker.

"Why don't you come in? Is it raining heavily outside?"

The orange glow in the porch flowed silently through the air, stretching and distorting the tall silhouette of Sumi Kikawa, casting a jarring and twisted shadow on the floor.

He didn't answer, but just stared intently at Gojo Satoru.

Looking at the soft white hair under the light, and at those unguarded, trusting blue eyes, the sharp buzzing in Kikawa Sumi's mind that was driving him crazy suddenly disappeared miraculously.

An indescribable sense of security instantly swept over Sumi Kichikawa.

This is his anchor.

It is the only remaining link in this world for the human identity of "Sumi Kawakawa".

If he loses this point, he will completely slide into that abyss where there is no time, no space, and everything is seen as dust, becoming an emotionless, indescribable "otherworldly being".

He was deeply terrified of that coldness and obsessed with every bit of warmth that Gojo Satoru brought him.

Even if the temperature would burn him, he would gladly endure it.

It felt like a fine electric current was climbing up my spinal cord, sending chills down my spine.

Outside, slimy monsters roam, exuding malice and darkness.

This world is so dangerous, and his lover could be swept away and shattered by the darkness at any moment.

Kikawa Sumi took a step forward, each step feeling like a difficult dragging through a swamp.

He knelt down on one knee in front of Gojo Satoru, his long, pale arms like iron hoops, and without warning, he pulled Gojo Satoru into a tight embrace.

Gojo Satoru's body stiffened slightly from the force, his chest pressed together, but then relaxed again under the slightly spasmodic force of Kikkawa Sumi.

The man's grip tightened around his chest, and the rainwater remaining on his trench coat made his shoulders and collarbone feel cold.

Gojo Satoru rested his chin softly on Sumire's shoulder and hummed in an almost sticky, nasal tone, as if soothing a hunting dog frightened by thunder.

"Cheng is so cold. Where did you go? Why are you like this?"

"Enlightenment..."

Kikawa Sumi's voice was terribly hoarse, as if she had a mouthful of grit in her throat that she couldn't swallow.

"It's scary outside..."

Kisakawa Sumi lowered her head, pressing her high, straight nose firmly against Gojo Satoru's neck, greedily inhaling the sweet scent emanating from him, a mixture of shower gel and body heat, like a hardcore addict, murmuring incoherently.

"Everywhere is muddy... full of monsters that will eat people... Only you, only this place is clean."

His arm tightened suddenly, squeezing Gojo Satoru so hard it almost made his bones ache:

"Look at me, Satoru... please... keep looking at me. If you disappear, if you get taken away by those things... I'll go crazy..."

Gojo Satoru did not struggle, but simply raised his head quietly, letting Sumi Kichikawa breathe heavily on his neck like a wild beast on the verge of losing control.

He tilted his head slightly, lowered his voice, and whispered as if coaxing a child.

"I'm here, Cheng. I've always been here. Don't be afraid."

He gently combed through Sumire's hair as he asked softly,

"Is it raining outside? Why are you so cold?"

"It's very dark outside..."

Kikawa Sumi lowered his head and pressed his forehead firmly against Gojo Satoru's forehead.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and greedily inhaled the sweet scent emanating from Gojo Satoru, a blend of shower gel and body heat.

"I thought... I almost wouldn't be able to find my way home."

"How could that be?"

Gojo Satoru chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly.

He followed up on what Sumi Kichikawa said, his tone languid yet carrying an undeniable power.

"As long as I'm here, no matter how dark it is, Xiaocheng will definitely be able to find her, right? After all, I'm your only one."

"The only one..." Sumire Kichikawa murmured, repeating the word over and over, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracting to their limit, and he lowered his head sharply to kiss Gojo Satoru's lips.

His lips pressed tightly against Wu's slightly cool lips, slowly and forcefully grinding against them.

With his other hand, he reached up to Gojo Satoru's waist, gripping his lower back tightly through the loose silk loungewear, pressing him down with a force that was almost like embedding him into his own body.

He explored and entangled every inch of Gojo Satoru's mouth, like a traveler who had been thirsty in the abyss for millions of years, finally holding the holy grail bestowed by the gods, sucking every last drop of sweet dew clean.

Gojo Satoru was breathless from the unprecedented, deep kiss, which was filled with morbid dependence and terrifying possessiveness.

He could clearly feel the man on top of him trembling.

Sumi Kichikawa was afraid, afraid of losing him.

A shimmering light appeared in Gojo Satoru's eyes.

He obediently opened his mouth, allowing Sumi Kichikawa to run rampant in his territory.

He not only accepted this overwhelming and suffocating emotion entirely, but also maliciously wanted to give more.

He tilted his head back slightly, wrapped his arms around Kikawa Sumi's broad and upright back, and slid his fingertips up the man's spine with a provocative and sexually charged motion, finally stopping at Kikawa Sumi's nape and gently pressing.

Between breaths, Sumire Kichikawa gasped for air, opened her mouth, and instinctively bit down hard on the soft flesh next to the five carotid arteries.

Sharp canine teeth pierced the thin skin, and a metallic, bloody taste spread through the mouth.

"Ugh—" Gojo Satoru frowned slightly and let out a soft groan.

That barely audible cry of pain struck Kikkawa Sumi like a thunderbolt.

Sumire Kikawa suddenly froze.

The thick darkness in his eyes seemed to be scattered by a sudden rain, replaced by a heartbreaking fear and clarity.

He opened his mouth as if electrocuted, his tall body involuntarily shrinking back, his pupils trembling violently.

The hand that had been gripping Gojo Satoru tightly loosened as if electrocuted. He stumbled back half an inch, and seeing the glaring, blood-beaded tooth mark on Gojo Satoru's fair neck, he was gripped by immense panic.

"I'm sorry...did I hurt you?" he apologized incoherently.