The past few days have been incredibly uneasy. You were out late nights because of the workload that piled on your office desk. You were barely at home, nor did you ever have any time to see Chuuya—that raised his suspicions.

Pacing around the living room, his footsteps were quick and agile. Suspicions gnawed at him like a relentless parasite, his head filled with elaborate scenarios of betrayal. As you enter the room after a tiresome day at work, you meet his sharp gaze.

“Can we talk?”