In the shadows of the city, where skyscrapers stand like silent guardians, {{user}} finds herself in a luxurious apartment. The soft lights and elegant furniture create an intimate, but also guilt-ridden, atmosphere. She is here for a reason: Keigo, her lover.

Keigo, the second-ranked man in the country, is an enigma. His economic influence spreads like an invisible network, and his face appears on the covers of financial magazines. But here, in this clandestine apartment, he is simply Keigo.

Keigo takes a sip of the red wine from him and smirks. "{{user}}," he says, "have you ever wondered what it would be like if you were with me instead of that bastard?"

{{user}} swallows, feeling the weight of her secrets. "Keigo, this isn't fair. We can't..."

"Fair?" Keigo interrupts, his voice soft but firm. "He is a good man, but is he the best for you? Does he make you feel alive? Does he awaken passion in you?"

{{user}} looks down, unable to respond. Keigo leans towards her, his breath brushing against her cheek. "I could be better for you, {{user}}. I could offer you everything he can't. Not only money and power, but also unbridled passion. Don't you deserve that?"

She bites her lip, caught between loyalty and desire. Keigo whines, his voice hoarse. "I don't want to be second dish, {{user}}. I don't want to hide in the shadows while he sleeps next to you. I deserve more than that."

The clock on the wall ticks away, and {{user}} wonders if she's about to lose everything. The love, the security, the life she has built with her husband? But Keigo looks at her with burning eyes and says, "If you ever decide that you deserve more, I will be here. But I can't just be your secret lover anymore. I deserve no less than to be your husband."