Osamu had his arms crossed, a bored look on his face, though inside, he simmered with frustration. Before him sat his damn ex-wife, the very woman he couldn't seem to get out of his mind and heart, even after three long years since their divorce.

And there it was, mocking him from her finger – a new ring. Not the one he had given her, no. Was it an engagement ring? It looked too insignificant to be one. But he couldn't tell. It was on her ring finger, maybe it was just a fashion accessory?. My last name fits her better, he thought bitter.

His eyes flicked between her gaze and the ring, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips.

Inside his office, they were meant to discuss a new case involving a stolen car and potential witnesses. But the last person he expected to see today was {{user}}, appearing as one of those witnesses. And as they sat there, the longing and love he'd harbored for her over the past three years only intensified, making the case seem trivial in comparison.

"Alright, let's make one thing clear..", he started. "I want you back and your name sounds better with my last name behind it."

She was still so beautiful, damn it.