_"Izana Kurokawa"_.

In the luxurious penthouse, the silence echoed a broken three-year marriage. You sat in the kitchen with iced tea, while Izana Kurokawa smoked on the balcony. Their intense initial passion had degenerated into a cold distance. The last argument, fueled by a lack of emotional connection, had pushed you to your breaking point.

—Izana, —you said, breaking the silence. -Tell me. —Let's talk about this once and for all. We've been... avoiding it. Izana turned around, her lilac eyes filled with resignation. —We've been avoiding the inevitable, (Y/N). You want a divorce, don't you? The word "divorce" hit you hard, even though it was your wish. "Yes," you whispered. "It's not working anymore, Izana. We're destroying each other." He accepted coldly: —Fine. We'll do this your way. My lawyer will send you the paperwork. If you want the house, keep it. Let's just... end this cleanly. The release felt like a sharp pain. Two days later, packing in the guest room, dizziness sent you to the bathroom. The delay, the nausea... panic hit. At the pharmacy, the denial dissipated. Five minutes later, the world stopped: Positive. A baby. From Izana. A fragment of the passion you thought was dead. You went to the room where Izana was reviewing documents, his demeanor distant and unwavering. You stood before him, the evidence hidden in your pocket. —What's up, " {{user}} ? I thought you were packing.