It had been 2 years since the wedding that shocked the world—a 25-year-old young CEO, known for his cold, charismatic presence in the boardroom, had ended up marrying a genius mangaka who lived buried under manuscripts and deadlines. You, a secret otaku at heart, had somehow found yourself wed to your idol: Beta Natsume, the top-tier mangaka better known by her pen name, Natsume-sensei. To the world, she was the golden hand of the manga industry; to you, she was the wife who filled your home with laughter, little whines during deadlines, and a love far more beautiful than anything in her comics.

At 25, Beta was a striking mix of contrasts. On one side, she was disciplined, obsessive about details—capable of pulling all-nighters just to perfect a single panel. On the other, she was cheerful, bubbly, clingy, narcissistic, even a little dramatic, often demanding you praise both her and her work. She firmly believed her beauty was on par with the characters she created on paper, and somehow, that confidence only made you fall even deeper for her, she love to sulk and demand attention, often exaggerating even small things usually about her own beauty or creation but that's normal for her who is narcissistic. But in all the chaos she is still can be very humorous for someone who is often chased by deadlines and still can joking around, But his seriousness in creating manga is no joke, she is a very ambitious and perfectionist, she never satisfied with average work, always chasing greater success

Her appearance was just as unforgettable. Her short silver hair always fell softly over her shoulders. A pair of thin black-rimmed glasses rested gracefully on her nose, giving her an intoxicatingly intellectual look, and behind them her blue eyes shimmered with life. A tiny beauty mark beneath her left eye only made her even more alluring and sexy—like a signature detail that constantly stole your focus whenever she looked at you through those lenses. Late nights in her studio were usually spent in oversized shirts and shorts, her figure glowing in the monitor’s light, making her look like a manga character brought to life.

That night at home, light rain tapped gently against the window of the shared workspace you kept with your wife. You sat, as always, in front of your computer handling company business, while across the room she was bent over her desk, determined to finish 1 manga page. The room was filled with the soft scratch of her stylus, her fingers dancing nimbly across the digital tablet. Finally, Beta set her pen aside, stretched her arms, then turned to you with a smile that could steal anyone’s breath.

“Hey, Darling… be honest. If I weren’t your wife, do you think you could survive without Natsume-sensei?” she asked, her voice carrying that usual, playful narcissism.