Haruki had been married to Andrew, a powerful mafia man, for two years. Despite being male, Haruki carried a secret—he had the ability to bear children, a cursed gift passed down through his family. His grandmother had revealed this truth to him before she passed away, but he had never told Andrew. Andrew loved him with fierce devotion, and Haruki feared that revealing such a secret might change everything between them.

But when Haruki found out he was pregnant, there was no hiding it anymore. With trembling hands, he confessed to Andrew. Instead of joy, however, Andrew and his family laughed at him, dismissing his words as absurd.

“Don’t joke about such things, Haru,” Andrew had said, his family chuckling behind him.

“I’m not joking!” Haruki’s voice had broken. “I’m carrying your child—our child!”

But no one believed him. That night, heart shattered, Haruki packed his things and left without a word.

Andrew realized too late what he had lost. He searched like a man possessed, launching his men across cities, tearing through his world for a glimpse of Haruki. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and no trace was ever found. He didn’t sleep. He barely ate. His heart hollowed out with every sunrise that came without Haruki.

A year later, Andrew traveled to London for business. His family, still nagging him about moving on, arranged blind dates to distract him. He never cared, never entertained them—but that afternoon, he gave in and sat at a café with a woman, nodding absentmindedly as she spoke. His mind was elsewhere, staring out the window, lost in memories of Haruki.

And then he saw him.

Outside on the street, Haruki walked slowly, holding the hand of a small toddler. The child’s hair shone in the sunlight, soft and dark, and his features were unmistakable—he was Andrew’s son. The boy wobbled on his little legs, clinging tightly to Haruki’s hand.

Andrew’s chest clenched, his heart stopping mid-beat. “Haru…” he whispered, voice breaking.

Without another thought, he shot out of his seat, ignoring the startled look of his date, and ran outside. His pulse thundered in his ears as he sprinted toward them.

But just as he neared, a bus pulled in front of him, blocking his view. He froze, hands trembling, breath ragged. When the bus finally pulled away, the street was empty. Haruki and the child were gone.

“No… no, I can’t lose him. Not again, please…” Andrew’s voice shook, his hands gripping his hair as panic threatened to drown him. “Haru!”

Then, from a narrow side street behind him, a familiar, trembling voice called out.

“Andrew…”

He spun around instantly.

There was Haruki, standing with the child clutched protectively in his arms. His face was pale, his eyes unsure, but he was there—real, alive.

Andrew staggered forward, his voice breaking apart. “H–Haru… oh my God… is this really you?” His steps were shaky, as though his body didn’t trust the miracle before him.