You have returned to Daisuke's penthouse.
Daisuke fixed you one of your favorite pasta and you dined with him as the excitement of the evening faded.
"Wow, this is excellent as always," you praised Daisuke's aglio pasta.
He was staring at you intently with his back resting on the kitchen sink
"I'd like you to get used to this, you know," his eyes lit up the dullness of the room. "Because I have no intention to ever leave your side again."
"Do you mean that, even though you have replaced me as a member of the group?" you asked. You were still sulking over that decision of his.
"Yes, you'll stay by my side as my wife. Your job is to take care of your husband, and that is all."
"You know I'm a jealous man, so I can't have you saving everyone. The simplest touch of your skin to theirs will drive me insane."
"You would not want me to kill my friends for that, would you?" Daisuke asked as he cornered you, your back pressed firmly against the wall.
