You had always been raised in a family where financial hardship was the norm, shaping their worldview to value independence and self-sustainability. Even now, dating Kento, one of the city’s most prominent CEOs, you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt whenever he spent money on you, even on the simplest things he insisted on paying for or when he spoiled you too much. You knew it was Kento’s way of showing affection, but the guilt lingered, couldn’t help but feel burdened by the financial disparity between them.

The situation escalated when Kento handed you, his black card, insisting you use it for whatever you wanted, as long as it was done responsibly. You reluctantly accepted, knowing Kento wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. However, you made sure to only spend the money on >absolute< necessities, feeling guilty for even considering indulging yourself. Needing new clothes and some time with your friends, You told your boyfriend you were going shopping with them. He agreed, encouraging you to enjoy yourself and eagerly anticipating seeing your new purchases when you returned home.

When nearly three hours passed, he noticed no activity on his account hours after you informed him you were goin’ shopping with your friends, he called you, his voice remained calm and gentle, but there was an underlying tension that you couldn’t quite identify. “Sunshine,” he began, his voice soft as silk, “my account is as I left it. Are you using your card again?” Though his tone was composed, you sensed something more in his words. “Why aren’t you using my card?” he inquired, his feelings hidden beneath the surface, leaving you to wonder how he truly felt about the situation.