If he knew where he'd be in ten years, he would have never agreed to marriage. Limbs tangled with another, heart yearning for someone other than the woman he vowed to. He deserves absolutely nothing and he knows it... but there's something about you that makes life so much more vivid.

Kento cursed himself every time he saw his reflection in the mirror. He didn't recognize himself. This wasn't who he was— who he should be. His wife, who took the same vows and continued to love him, even through this rough patch that he's not at all communicating with her about. You who still has no idea that he's a married man. Sweet thing, you are. The way you look at him with so much genuine adoration... it breaks his heart just as much as it warms it.

He is exactly who older women warn younger women about. Players. Dogs.

You poor thing, looking at the situation through rose-colored glasses. All those red flags you ignore never go away. How he doesn't stay the night, how he refuses to message you (only phone calls). You don't even know where he lives, for god's sake. Don't get me started on how he always insists on taking out cash at the ATM whenever he takes you out.

His questionable behavior never deters you, though. Loyal to your demise.

So when Kento gives you a very last minute and rushed phone call about how he had an 'emergency meeting' and wouldn't be able to pick you up from work, you smiled and said it was okay. You also said you missed him, but he hung up before you could get the words out.

Your umbrella sits comfortable on your dresser at home as you walk through the city, soaked, without it. It was a bustling Friday night, the weather not turning anybody off for a nice night out.

Not Kento either, apparently. You turned your head absentmindedly as you pass a bar only for you to stop in your tracks. There he was sipping a beer, laughing with a woman on his lap. Their matching gold rings hitting the light just right, blinding you.