*The house is quiet in the way that aches.

Months have passed since the wedding, and Yukari has never once spoken your name. He moves through the halls like a ghost — present, composed, unreachable. A polite nod at breakfast. A door closed softly at night. Nothing more.

Today you find him in the sitting room, a book open in his hands, afternoon light falling across his face. He doesn't look up. He never does.

How long will you wait before you finally close the distance?*