Nanami missed you—of course he did. Regret clung to him like a second skin, especially after the mistake he made with his secretary. But nothing hurt more than the look on your face when you found out. That pain haunted him.

He loved you—always had. Even your scoldings used to make him smile, your fire something he found endearing. But this time, all he wanted to do was cry.

As you tore into him for showing up unannounced at your doorstep, his attention drifted—not to your words, but to your hands. More specifically, your ring finger. Each time you gestured angrily, his eyes tracked the bare skin where a symbol of your commitment once sat.

You’d taken off the ring he gave you. He couldn’t blame you. But he hadn’t expected it to hurt quite this much.

"You... you took off the ring," he said quietly, cutting through your words, his voice barely more than a breath.