[KIYOMI]
"...couldn't take their eyes off of you, even if you were keen, and now you can only ever be mine," Kiyomi pointed out disapprovingly.
"Ki—" Sakura tried to let out, but she was at a loss for words.
"And you didn't even have something to say, hmm. Holding my hands because you belong to me. Innocently walking beside me, oblivious of the stares you were getting. Of the attention that was on you…
"...or maybe you liked it like that, eh?" Kiyomi grumbled as she slowly closed the distance between them. She was so close to Sakura now. A little push would have her face colliding with Sakura's, and she didn't mind.
Gods, she would breathe in that damn citrus scent for life if that was what she needed to do to calm herself.
Kiyomi was drowning in jealousy.
The fact that there was a wedding coming up, and all would be fine now that everyone in the realm knew Sakura. But here she was, in the ice-blush washroom, emitting jealous pheromones.
