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"Doron, how many times do I have to tell you that you can't just kill off goi? That's not what we're here to do!" You snapped angrily as you pointed an accusing finger at the thin, purple-haired man.

"Know your place, (Y/N). I'm in charge and I make up the rules." Doron snickered at the obviously rising irritation that was evident on your face. The both of you knew that he was higher up in Magnostadt than you and he was bringing it up again.

"Do not tell me to mind my place, Moron Doron!" You crossed your arms and smirked in satisfaction when a surprised look crossed his face.

"M-moron...Doron...?" He seemed caught off guard by the unusual (yet catchy) insult.

"That's right. You're an unfeeling, arrogant, despicable moron." You kept your arms crossed and refused to let the triumphant smirk leave your face.

"Fine. Then you're a righteous, holier-than-thou, on-their-high-horse bigot. Don't forget, you also work for the same kingdom as me which oppresses the majority to make life more convenient for the minority." The way he was grinning made his sharp teeth look all the more animalistic. You sneered at him, irritation rising again.

"Moron!"

"You only say that because you know I'm right, idiot."

"Shut up, aho!" You out your fist up in what would've been a threatening gesture if he didn't have a few inches on you height wise. "Morons should keep their mouths shut!"

"Hmph. Do you really think that I'll feel threatened by that?" Still wearing his predatory grin he advanced on you, causing you to back up into the wall behind you. He extended his arms and rested them in a seemingly casual manner besides your head, effectively blocking your exit. "You'll need to try a bit harder..."

"Wh-what are you doing...?" Your anger suddenly deflated, instead being replaced with vigilant alert.

"I just realized how vulnerable you look when you're angry." He grinned and leaned down closer to your face until you could feel his hot breath ghosting over your cheek. "You should really learn to control your temper."

"Sh-shut up..." You tried to ignore the heat prickling your cheeks and focus on evening your erratic breathing. Futilely, you pressed your hands against his chest in a sad attempt to push his wiry body off when he moved his face into the crook of your neck.

"If you struggle like that you'll make me want to be cruel, (Y/N)." You felt him grin mischievously against your neck and his cool strong hands come down to steady your waist.

"St-stop..." You replied although your actions contradicted your words when you moved your arms up to wrap around the back of his neck.

"I don't think you want me to. In truth you love this unfeeling, arrogant moron." He chuckled darkly. "And you're just as bad as me."

At that moment you realized his love had a certain cruelness to it that could only be described with one word:

Poisonous.