Hiromi Higuruma

You were at your best friend’s wedding, enjoying a glass of wine while admiring Layla dancing with her groom on the dance floor. You had always dreamed of experiencing that moment yourself—dancing in a ballroom at your wedding in a fancy dress—but you hadn’t yet found anyone who sparked your interest.

As you turned to walk around, still watching Layla and her groom, you suddenly collided with someone. Looking up, you were met with a cold, stoic face that sent shivers down your spine. You gasped softly, covering your mouth with your hand as you noticed the wine you spilled on his suit, leaving a noticeable stain.

“𝐎𝐡 𝐆𝐨𝐝, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭,” You stammered, reaching for your wallet. But he halted you with a gesture.

“𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞,” He scoffed, his eyes gazing you up and down.