I was asleep in class again. Not by choice—just the usual sleep deprivation that comes with being a married man with a kid and questionable life decisions.
"Yo," a voice hissed next to me. "You alive, or should I call the nurse?"
I cracked one eye open. It was Sam, of course. The only guy who'd poke a sleep-deprived man instead of letting him die peacefully.
"You look like roadkill," he said, grinning. "Everything good at home, Grandpa?"
I groaned and sat up. "Dude, I've got a kid and a wife. What do you think I'm supposed to look like? A K-drama lead?"
"Fair." He nodded, then smirked. "Still… I miss the old Yuuta. You know, the creep who stared at Fiona like she was the last water bottle in a desert."
I narrowed my eyes. "I wasn't a creep."
"You were the creep. Certified Fiona Watchdog. Honestly, I respected the commitment. She looked like a model, and you made the rest of us believe we had a chance just by how hard you stared."
"Yeah, well," I muttered, "those were simpler times. Before… Erza happened."
"Wait, how did that even go down? You and Erza? She's, like… terrifying. And hot. Terrifyingly hot goddess."
I gave Sam a tired look, running my hand through my hair. "Well, I met her in the most unique place, but I can't really say that."
Sam's goggles gleamed under the fluorescent light as he leaned in, clearly trying to hide his curiosity. "Wow, it must've been a really special place."
I sighed, letting my head fall back against the bench. "Yeah, something like that."
He pressed on, clearly expecting some kind of grand romantic gesture. "So, what did you do? Propose? Compliment her? Say something deep to grab her heart?"
I stared at him blankly for a moment. "Nah. All I did was… sleep with her right away."
Sam blinked, his goggles nearly falling off his face. His jaw dropped, and for a second, I thought he was gonna pass out from the shock. He slapped his hand on his face like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Wait—are you serious?" he sputtered. "You—what? You fucked her on the first date?"
I yawned, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, it was a mistake, alright? My bad. I take full responsibility for that. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sleep."
Sam just stood there, frozen, goggles still perched on his face, trying to process what I'd just said. It was almost like the goggles were the only thing keeping his brain from short-circuiting. "You're insane," he muttered.
I just shrugged. "Probably. But let me sleep."
"Legendary," Sam said with a nod. "I wanna do that too."
"Cool," I said, with the sigh of a man who hasn't slept in 46 hours and regrets his life choices.
I feel sudden chill in spine like someone was watching me
I saw Fiona started staring at me. Like, full-on, no-blinking, 'I'm-about-to-make-things-complicated' staring.
I tried to ignore it. Nope. Still staring.
I am sitting in class, pretending to listen to the lecture, but my soul had long since left my body. Mostly because Fiona was staring at me.
Again.
From across the room. Like some beautiful assassin trying to decide whether to flirt with me or kill me. Honestly, I couldn't tell anymore.
Now I know what girls feel like when they say "stop staring at me."
Karma really does hit hard.
Sam leaned over and whispered, "Bro, did you take notes?"
I glanced at him, deadpan. "How could I write anything when I'm being stalked like a missing K-drama heir? Should I… call the police?"
He looked at me like I'd just asked to eat soup with a fork.
"Bro," he whispered back, deadly serious, "if you even think about it, you'll be ashes before the sirens arrive. Fiona holds more influence in this college than the actual principal. She has, like, six fan clubs."
I blinked. "SIX?"
"Yeah. And if any of them see you brushing her off like this, they'll cut you into tiny pieces and sell them as limited-edition Yuuta keychains."
"...How the hell do you know all this?"
Sam puffed his chest. "Because I'm the leader of Club #2."
I stared at him for a full three seconds… then punched him in the arm.
"Traitor."
And then, in the middle of class, she stood up, walked past the teacher like she didn't care about existence, and whispered to me:
"Yuuta, meet me on the rooftop Alone."
As soon as Fiona said, "Yuuta, meet me on the rooftop," the whole class went dead silent—again.
Chairs stopped squeaking. Pens froze mid-air. Even the AC sounded like it was holding its breath.
Then came the whispers.
"Wait... did she just ask him to meet her alone?"
"Bro, what is this, a live drama episode?"
"Isn't that Yuuta? The married guy? With the super hot wife?"
"No way. He's got a wife and still pulling girls like Fiona? What's he cooking?!"
I sat there blinking like a confused NPC.
What the hell is going on? Why's Fiona acting like this lately?
Rooftop? That's never a good sign.
But, being the idiot I am, I went.
Yuuta's POV – Rooftop Confession
Evening had painted the rooftop in gold and shadows. The breeze was soft, almost shy, brushing past like it didn't want to intrude. And there she was—Fiona—waiting by the railing with her college bag hugged tightly to her chest, like it was the only thing holding her together.
I walked over, heartbeat mildly offbeat. "Fiona… sorry for making you wait."
She turned, smiled gently. "It's okay. I don't mind waiting… not for you."
That hit deeper than I expected.
I rubbed the back of my neck. "Thanks for the Easter egg yesterday. Elena loved it too. She thinks you're a magician now."
Her eyes lit up for a second. "I'm glad. I wanted to give you something… even if small."
There was a silence. Not awkward. Just… full.
Then she said, carefully, "Yuuta… there's something I've been meaning to say."
I gave a nervous chuckle. "Okay… should I sit down for this?"
She smiled faintly, then looked straight at me. "Let's run away. You and me. Let's get married and leave this city."
For a moment, the world paused. My brain skipped like a scratched CD. I blinked, waiting for the punchline. It didn't come.
"Wait… are you serious?" I asked, stepping back. "Fiona, I—Are you okay?"
She stepped forward. "I know you still care about me. I can feel it. Don't lie to yourself. You were never meant to be stuck with someone like her."
I swallowed. Calmly, I said, "Fiona… what I felt back then, maybe it was real. Maybe it wasn't. But what I have now—it is. I have a home. A family. A little girl who waits at the door just to hug me when I come back. That's not something I can throw away."
She trembled. "You don't know about your wife.....she's not human, Yuuta. She's not who you think she is. She's a demon or monster."
My heart dropped. Everything inside me froze. I stared at her—eyes wide, voice stuck.
"...What do you mean not human?" I asked, keeping my cool while internally screaming.
Inner me:Wait. How the hell does she know that??
"Please, Yuuta," she whispered. "Before it's too late."
I looked away, heart thudding. "I can't."
But even as I said it, I knew something had already begun unraveling.
Her eyes trembled as she said, "Yuuta… she's not human." She said again
I froze. Unable to think of any excuses
"What?" I blinked, heart stammering. "Fiona… why are you saying this?
Her eyes shimmered—not with tears, but something heavier. Fear. Desperation.
"She's a monster," she whispered, almost to herself. "She'll make you her slave, Yuuta. Slowly, quietly—until you forget who you even are. Until you're nothing but a hollow shell that lives and breathes for her."
She took a shaky step forward.
"Please… you have to see it. You have to feel it. Something about her—it isn't right. She's not good for you. She's not even human."
Her voice cracked. "She's a demon. A witch. A—"
"Stop."
The word left my mouth barely above a whisper, but it cut like a knife.
"Yuuta—"
"Just... stop."
My throat tightened. My hands curled into fists at my sides.
"You don't know her," I said, breathing slowly. "Even if she's a monster... even if all of this is some twisted fate—I don't care."
"Yuuta…"
"I can't do this, Fiona. Don't be immature. I have a family now. A home. A little girl who waits for me at the door with chocolate-stained fingers. A wife who may not be perfect—who argues, who gets angry, who hits me with a slipper when I forget to do the dishes—but she loves me. And I love her. That's enough."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I can't stand here and let you talk like that about the people who gave me something worth living for."
"I don't want to lose again, Fiona."
My voice cracked, barely holding back the years buried in that one sentence.
"You don't know what it was like… sleeping in a cold room, night after night, pretending the silence didn't bother me. Wondering if anyone would ever knock on my door. I spent so long convincing myself I was fine—untouchable. That I didn't need anyone."
I looked at her—really looked.
And there it was. That flicker of the past in her eyes.
All those unspoken words. All those years where everything between us hung in the air but never touched the ground.
"You never looked back," I said, my tone harder now. "You never reached out. Not when it could've made a difference."
My hands curled into fists, not out of anger, but to hold something in.
Maybe grief. Maybe truth.
"Then Erza came crashing into my life. Wild. Unpredictable. Cold. A complete mess of a woman. But she brought something with her—color. Fire. She dragged me out of whatever black-and-white life I was surviving in."
I let out a quiet laugh, almost like an apology to myself.
"She's not perfect—God, she's not. But she sees me. All of me. And somehow… she still chooses to stay."
"For the first time in my life… I feel seen."
I took a step back. My voice dropped to a whisper, but every word hit like a punch.
"So if you ever truly cared about me... please, Fiona. Let me go."
I closed my eyes for a second, breathing in the ache, then opened them again.
"I want to stay with my little monstrous family."
Fiona's hands trembled, her knuckles pale as she clenched them at her sides. Her eyes shimmered—not with tears, but with something fiercer. Desperation. Conviction. Maybe even heartbreak.
"You don't believe me now… but I'll prove it. I'll show you what she really is. Just you wait, Yuuta."
Her voice wasn't loud, but it struck like thunder. The rooftop fell silent, the wind pausing like it was holding its breath.
I didn't meet her gaze. Couldn't. The weight of it all pressed on my chest like a stone.
So I looked away—my voice low, stripped of warmth.
"…Do whatever you want."
And with that, I walked off.
Not because I didn't care.
But because caring too much was already killing me.
(Fiona's POV – First Person Narrative)
I stood there, watching Yuuta's face twist with disbelief. His eyes—those same warm eyes that once looked at me like I meant something—now looked through me, like I was crazy. Like I was the one lying.
It hurt.
God, it hurt more than I expected.
But I swallowed it.
I didn't flinch. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. Not when she had already taken so much.
He was blind. Completely lost in the illusion she cast around him. That woman. That thing.
But I wasn't going to stand here and watch him fall deeper. I wasn't going to let him drown in her lies.
I'll prove it to you, Yuuta.
Even if it kills me.
Because she's not who you think she is. She's not your savior. She's not your wife. She's not even human. She's a monster—wearing a pretty face, hiding claws behind a gentle smile. Erza. The demon you sleep beside.
And you don't even see it.
But I do.
I'll expose her. I'll bring her into the light, rip off that mask she wears and show the world what you refuse to see. The government, the agencies—someone will believe me. Someone will protect you.
Because you're not safe.
Not with her.
Not anymore.
You were mine once, Yuuta. Maybe not completely—but enough. Enough for me to know what's real. Enough to know this—what she's done to you—isn't love. It's control.
I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my skin.
I'll save you.
From her.
Even if you hate me for it.
Because I'd rather be your villain than let her keep being your nightmare.
To be continue.....
[End of chapter]