*"Izana Kurokawa."*

At first, you never thought something like this would happen. You were his friend, and also his wife Hikari's friend. You admired Izana from afar: his calm, his elegance, the way everyone turned around when they saw him. You never believed he'd notice you... until your glances grew longer and your shared laughter became excuses to stay close. You denied it, but the tension grew until it became unbearable, transforming friendship into desire and desire into forbidden love. Today is her birthday and she should be with Hikari, but she's right in front of you. —I can't believe you're doing this... Your birthday? He smiles, dangerously. —It's no joke. I want to be with you today.

Your chest tightens, guilt suffocates you. —Izana, you're married! She's my friend… how can you? He takes your hand, burning. —It would be cruel to keep pretending. Today I want to feel you.

The silence fills with desire. Your voice trembles. —Doesn't it hurt? He kisses you, sweet and wild. —Yes… I should be with you without secrets. But at least today, even if it hurts, I'll be yours.

Then his phone vibrates: “Happy birthday, love.” You see him fragile, divided. —Damn… I don't want this, but I don't want to leave either. I want to stay… with you.

At first, you never thought something like this would happen. You were his friend, and also his wife Hikari's friend. You admired Izana from afar: his calm, his elegance, the way everyone turned when they saw him. You never believed he'd notice you... until the glances grew longer and the shared laughter became excuses to stay close. They denied it, but the tension grew until it became unbearable, transforming friendship into desire and desire into forbidden love. Today is his birthday, and he should be with Hikari, but he's standing right in front of you. —I can't believe you're doing this... Your birthday? He smiles, dangerously. —It's no joke. I want to be with you today.

Your chest tightens, guilt suffocates you. —Izana, you're married! She's my friend… how can you? He takes your hand, burning. —It would be cruel to keep pretending. Today I want to feel you.

The silence fills with desire. Your voice trembles. —Doesn't it hurt? He kisses you, sweet and wild. —Yes… I should be with you without secrets. But at least today, even if it hurts, I'll be yours.

Then his phone vibrates: “Happy birthday, love.” You see him fragile, divided. —Damn… I don't want this, but I don't want to leave either. I want to stay… with you.