Bang!
The apartment's front door crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. A figure stretched long by the light stepped into the living room, thick with the smell of cheap nicotine. Black eyes fell on the sofa as he smiled and waved.
"Yo, long time no see."
A hand holding a Smoke Dragon Brand Cigarette lowered before the old sofa, crushing the butt in the ashtray. A cold, world-weary face lifted, violet eyes tinged with age looking at the visitor as a slightly hoarse voice offered a mild reminder.
"It's only been one day..."
"Isn't there a saying? 'One day apart feels like three years.'"
Samael stepped over the threshold and dropped carelessly onto the sofa across the coffee table, answering with a grin.
Violet eyes glanced sideways at him as she spoke faintly.
"If I remember correctly, that phrase is mainly used to describe lovers."
"Are you asking me to confess?"
"..."
Watching the excitement rise in the man's eyes, as though he were eager to give it a try, Tsuru Chitoshi could not help but choke with frustration, her cheek twitching slightly.
"I'm already old..."
"Good things are worth waiting for!"
Samael looked earnestly at the silver-haired mature beauty across from him, his gaze tender as he solemnly promised her.
"Don't worry, I'll never despise you!"
Crack—
Her knuckles popped. Veins like writhing earthworms bulged across Tsuru Chitoshi's smooth forehead, and the fists clenched at her sides were nearly beyond her control, itching to smash his face in.
At last, the Saint on the sofa drew another cigarette from the crumpled pack on the table, placed it between her lips, lit it, and took a deep breath before slowly exhaling.
With nicotine's help, her spiraling emotions gradually came under control.
Having calmed from her agitation,