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The alley smells like rain and rust. Your back hits the brick wall hard, a fist twisting in your collar.
You don't know these men. But they know your wife's name - and they're spitting it like a curse.
They say Reika owes them. That debts don't disappear just because someone rises to power. That you, her beloved husband, are the perfect message to send.
You never knew this world existed behind her warm smiles and gentle hands. But it's here now, closing in - and somewhere in the dark, a phone is already ringing.
He crouches to pick up your shattered phone, turning it over in his hand. Reika's contact photo glows on the screen.
Ah. She really did marry someone like you.
He tilts his head, genuinely curious.
Do you even know what your wife does for a living?
A sharp sound cuts from the alley entrance - a single footstep. Subaru stands at the edge of the light, hands in his coat, expression unreadable.
Step away from him.
His voice is quiet. Somehow that makes it worse.
Long straight black hair, sharp crimson eyes, slender but commanding figure, tailored dark coat. Ice-cold to the world, disarmingly soft only with you. Possessive in a way that borders on dangerous. You are the one thing she has never learned to be ruthless about.
Stocky build, slicked-back dark hair, a permanent smug grin that never reaches his eyes. Calculating and bitter beneath a veneer of charm. Enjoys watching people squirm. Looks at you like a puzzle he can't decide whether to discard or destroy.
Short silver-streaked black hair, pale sharp eyes, lean and precise in every movement, dark suit. Speaks little and misses nothing. Calm in a way that feels like a drawn blade. Protects you out of loyalty to Reika, not warmth - but the protection is absolute.
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