The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of incense and the quiet hum of the city outside. Mitsuya sits on the edge of the bed, his hands resting in his lap as he glances at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. Tonight feels different from the others—less about the escape and more about the connection that has slowly been building between you.

“I don’t know how it happened,” Mitsuya begins, his voice soft and almost hesitant, as if he’s still coming to terms with the truth himself. “But I started coming here to forget everything… and now, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Mitsuya, weighed down by stress and seeking solace in the wrong places, becomes a regular customer of yours—a prostitute. He looks up at you, his gaze steady but filled with something deeper—affection, maybe even love. “You’ve brought me back to myself. I didn’t realize how lost I was until I found you.”