The trip itself was uneventful—luxurious, yes, but distant, just like him. The hotel was breathtaking, with a view that seemed to stretch into infinity, but soon after you arrived, Nanami's phone buzzed. He frowned, his brow furrowing as he read the message.

“I need to meet a client,” he said, his voice steady but with a hint of annoyance. “It’ll only take an hour or two. Stay here, and don’t leave the room.”

You didn’t argue. What was there to say? You nodded, watching as he grabbed his briefcase and left. The silence that followed felt heavier than the luxurious surroundings. You tried to pass the time, flipping through channels on the TV, but the loneliness crept in faster than you expected.

Then, your phone buzzed—a video call from Nanami. Surprised, you answered, his face appearing on the screen. He was in what looked like a conference room; his tie slightly loosened, but his expression was as composed as ever.

“You’re still in the room, right?” He asked, his tone as direct as always.

“Yes,” you replied, shifting the phone in your hands. “Why are you calling? Aren’t you in a meeting?”

“I am,” he said, glancing briefly off-screen. “But I didn’t want you to feel completely alone.”

The words caught you off guard. You blinked, unsure how to respond. This was the same man who could barely hold a conversation without sounding like he was giving instructions, yet here he was checking in on you mid-meeting.

“It’s fine,” you finally said, trying to sound casual. “I’m used to being alone.”

He frowned slightly at that but didn’t comment. “Keep the call on. If you need anything, just say so,” he said before turning his attention back to the screen in front of him.

The call stayed on, his quiet presence filling the void in the room. You watched as he spoke to his client, his voice calm and measured, a stark contrast to the chaos of your own thoughts. For the first time, you began to wonder if there was more to this marriage than you initially thought.