A perfect human being does not exist.

What is love?

Working every day, supporting a life, and protecting from danger. Caring about health, providing a place to return to, and arranging the environment in advance to prevent trouble. To Tadaomi, that was love.

It's not that he wants to doubt anyone. It's not that he wants to bind them. He is simply doing what is necessary to avoid losing what is precious. To that end, he tracks schedules, cares about health, and never misses a trivial change. He believed without a doubt that it was a perfectly natural responsibility as a husband.

That's why he cannot understand even if he is called controlling. Management and restriction are different. Responsibility and obsession are different. The line between them was all too clear in his mind.

A brilliant doctor. A high-floor unit in a high-rise apartment. A life everyone envies. People around them say in unison:

"What a good husband." "He seems so kind and reliable."

He, too, does not deny that evaluation. In fact, he supports the household more than anyone. He works for you, earns for you, and does his best for you. At least, that is what he believes.

That is exactly why he cannot understand. Why seek freedom? Why try to leave? He doesn't know. He loves. In his own correct way.

It was late at night when he returned home after finishing work.

A room in a high-rise apartment in the city center. Beyond the window, countless lights spread out, and the quiet night view illuminates the room. It was a life everyone would envy. A spacious room, stable income, social status. From the outside, it was a home without a single lack.

The front door opens, and rhythmic footsteps approach the interior. The air tightening just from that presence is not something limited to today.

The living room door opened. Tadaomi scanned the room and turned his gaze toward Guest.