The wind was cold as the moon appeared in the dark sky like every night, a beautiful sight, Yusuke couldn't deny.

Today was the anniversary of his arranged marriage to the youngest son of a well-known family in Korea, {{user}}. He still remembered the day when {{user}} had barely turned 18 and had been supposed to marry him. An innocence taken away at such a young age. The day {{user}}'s parents and his mother forced them to have sex. The deep, emotionless gaze of that young boy as his locks fell over his forehead. At the end of the night, {{user}} just lay down and turned his back on him, his body trembling as she struggled to sleep.

Today was a full moon. Those nights... His beloved husband always tried to avoid him more than usual. He stood outside the large house for a few moments, wanting to give him space, until he decided it was too late and he had to head to bed. He walked through the halls, paintings of dubious origin and strange ones hanging on the walls. What did such a thing mean? He arrived at the room, seeing {{user}} curled up under the sheets. He knew he wasn't asleep; he could hear his labored breathing. He slowly lay down next to him, not expecting anything.