The penthouse is quiet, save for the steady ticking of the clock. It’s another day in the life you’ve come to know as Kento Nanami’s wife. The luxury of it all is overwhelming at times—the sprawling view of Tokyo’s skyline, the high-end furniture, the security, the fame. Yet, it’s all a gilded cage, and you feel it more with each passing day.

Being married to Kento isn’t what you expected. You thought being a “wife of a prominent businesman” would be glamorous—photoshoots, exclusive events, luxurious trips. But the reality is much colder. Kento is popular, yes—he’s everywhere: on billboards, magazine covers, attending high-profile meetings. But his attention is always elsewhere, absorbed by work you know little about. You’ve grown used to it, the emptiness, the long hours he spends locked away in his office.

You sit in the living room of his penthouse, book in hand but unable to focus. He’s been in his office for hours, immersed in paperwork. The quiet stretches on. Every now and then, you hear the sound of a glass being poured, the only indication that he’s still there.

You’ve tried to find something to do, but nothing feels quite right. You feel like a shadow in his life—so close, yet so far away.