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When old flame ignited, many untold
secrets of the past were unfolded.
The moment they reunited, he
instantly seized her in his grasp.
The lost bond returned as their
love grew...
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Nighttime, Kurokawa's residence..
Third Person's POV
The drive back was unusually quiet. Kakucho, seated in the driver's seat, occasionally glanced at (Y/n) through the rearview mirror. She sat still in the backseat, her gaze fixed out the window, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.
Kakucho knew better than to push her to talk. She'd speak when she was ready-if she wanted to. For now, he focused on getting her back to a safe, familiar space.
As they pulled up to the residence, Kakucho quickly exited the car and walked around to open the door for her. (Y/n) stepped out, muttering a quiet "thank you." He walked beside her as they entered the house. Once inside, Izana was waiting in the living room, casually leaning against the armrest of the couch. When he saw (Y/n) step inside, his expression softened into a rare. Without a word, he walked over, his hands gently cupping her face as he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.
"Welcome back."
(Y/n) nodded, avoiding his gaze. "I'll go take a shower," she excused herself, already making her way into their shared bedroom.
Izana's smile faltered as he watched her retreating figure. The tension in her shoulders and the quietness in her voice didn't sit right with him. Turning to Kakucho, he narrowed his eyes. "What's going on with her? Did you do something?"
Kakucho frowned, his arms crossing defensively. "No, of course not. She's just tired. A lot of people were talking to her tonight-it probably drained her."
"Tired?" he repeated, skepticism heavy in his tone. "Or did one of her former customers show up and bother her?"
Kakucho met his gaze evenly, keeping his calm demeanor. "No one like that approached her. I kept an eye on her the entire night."
"Good," the white-haired man muttered, though his unease was evident. He glanced back toward their bedroom door, his mind racing. Something wasn't right, and he wasn't about to let it slide.
Izana let out a quiet sigh as he dismissed Kakucho with a wave of his hand. "You can go now. Thanks for taking care of her tonight." Kakucho nodded without protest, taking one last glance toward the bedroom door before leaving the house.
Izana remained in the living room, sinking into the couch. He drummed his fingers against the armrest, his violet eyes fixed on the door. Usually, (Y/n) would come back to the living room, seeking him out to share stories about her night, or perhaps asking about Kana.
Hopefully she didn't ask about Kana, as he hadn't made any progress. She completely locked herself in the bedroom
But tonight, there was only silence.
The minutes stretched, and Izana's patience began to thin. His gaze shifted to the faint light seeping from beneath the bedroom door upstairs. When it flickered out, a sense of unease washed over him.
