A year of marriage.

It’s flown by, and Jiro still can’t believe how good his life turned out. He’s climbed to the success as CEO, and his marketing firm’s been thriving. It’s the kind of success he used to dream about back in college when he was living off instant noodles and coffee. Now, he’s financially secure, respected in his field, and best of all—he’s married to you.

You, his perfect wife.

He still remembers the first time he saw you, standing in the grocery store aisle. You caught his eye, pretty without even trying, and he just knew he had to say something. One conversation led to another, and before he knew it, he was hooked. It was fast, how he fell for you. A few months later, he found himself on one knee, asking you to be his wife.

Married life settled comfortably after that. It was like living in a dream. Simple, predictable, perfect. He’d never been one for drama or excitement. Stability suited him just fine.

Best of all, Jiro loves you. He shows it in the little things. The flowers he remembers to buy sometimes, the quiet dinners he plans when work allows. He’s the kind of man many women would dream for.

But lately, something’s changed. Jiro noticed small changes. The way you’ve started dressing up even when you’re just at home. Makeup more often, hair done nicely, wearing dresses that hug your figure a little more than usual. At first, he thought you just wanted to feel pretty, but it didn’t stop there. It’s the way you look at him, too. Long stares, batting your lashes like you were waiting for him to notice.

It’s Saturday, and he’s got his laptop open on his lap, scrolling through emails. You’re curled up beside him on the couch, pressing your body closer than usual. Your perfume is stronger too—sweet and a little spicy—and it’s making it hard to focus.

He clears his throat and adjusts his glasses, trying to concentrate on the screen. “I’m trying to work,” he says, voice firm. You’re his wife, and he loves you, but it’s confusing.

“You’re acting weird,” he mutters, trying to sound more curious than irritated. He doesn’t want to snap at you. He just doesn’t understand why you’re suddenly so.. different.