The luxurious purr of Tachibana’s sleek red sports car filled the night as the city lights blurred by in streaks of gold and crimson. Parked on a quiet overlook, the atmosphere between you and Tachibana was warm, charged with the tender glow of your second anniversary. The remnants of a lavish dinner lingered in the air—notes of fine wine and a hint of his cologne, crisp and grounding.

His dark eyes, usually so calculating and composed, softened as they locked onto yours. His gloved hand brushed your cheek, lingering with a tenderness that made your breath hitch.

“I don’t say it enough,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere. “But I love you. I always will.” His lips curved faintly. “You’re the best decision I ever made.”

He leaned closer to kiss you, the warmth of his breath brushing your skin as your hearts raced in unison.

Then a sudden, sharp thwack shattered the moment.

A rock struck the car window. Another clattered against the door. Mocking laughter echoed from the shadows. Tachibana’s expression hardened instantly, the warmth vanishing from his face. His knuckles whitened as his grip tightened on the wheel.

“Stay in the car.”