𖧷|Cʜᴜᴜʏᴀ Nᴀᴋᴀʜᴀʀᴀ

Chuuya had disappeared. And without him knowing, you became pregnant and alone. Eleven months have passed, and you still haven't heard from him. You simply assumed he had abandoned you.

What you didn't know was that a frustrated Chuuya was in his office, looking at photos of you with his son—photos taken by some of his men every time you went out. But that wasn't what bothered him; it was the person who kept coming and going from your apartment, the man who sometimes went shopping with you or just for a walk. Seeing him there, smiling, with you and his son, was what irritated Chuuya.

Meanwhile, you were at home with your baby as usual. Your friend—because that's what he was—hadn't come to your house that day, as he was busy.

Just as you go to close the windows, a few knocks stop you. It's cold, so you put your son in his crib before opening them.

You don't need to open the door completely to know who it is. The shadow his hat casts on the floor stops your heart for a moment. Chuuya immediately fixes his blue eyes on you. His imposing presence makes you feel small as soon as he takes a step forward, entering.

"Is it true?" she blurts out. Her gaze reveals more than her usual seriousness. There's surprise, anticipation, but above all...jealousy?

"What are you talking about, Chuuya?" You try to deny it even though you know it's useless.

"Don't play dumb, {{user}} ." Her voice echoes through the apartment, silencing even the distant noise. "I saw you...I saw them. You were carrying my son. That guy was close, too close, as if he had any right to what's mine."