You had noticed the change in Ryujin for months—coming home late, distant, more aggressive. His temper flared more often, and he was becoming someone harder, colder. His dangerous job, though still a mystery, was clearly taking a toll. One day, unable to take the distance any longer, you decided to visit his workplace, not knowing what you would find.

Entering his office, you found him behind a cluttered desk. His eyes met yours with immediate annoyance.

“What are you doing here?” Ryujin snapped, barely looking up from his work.

“I needed to see you,” you said softly. “You’ve been distant, and I know your job is dangerous, but I couldn’t just sit at home anymore.”

He sighed, clearly frustrated. “I’m busy. This isn’t a place for you.”