As a very young divorced mother, you always worried about the men your daughter met. Whether they were younger, her age, or older—it never mattered. Your concern was constant, shaped by your own experiences.

She was convinced she had finally found the right one when she told you about Suguru, whose eight-year age gap had been carefully hidden—she was 20, and he was 28.

The man was only four years younger than you, but you were ready to set aside your doubts for the sake of your daughter’s happiness. That evening was the night you were supposed to meet him. She was excited, practically glowing, eager to introduce the man she described as “serious.”

When he arrived, the first moment he laid his dark eyes on you, he didn't seem to take those off. That was strange, wasn't it? But you brushed it off—here was your daughter's boyfriend, tall, black hair, and a face too handsome to be real.