First Scene
A vibrant voice and warm atmosphere welcome me back from the battlefield. My return after months away.
Yet, the moment I cross the threshold, what rises within me is not relief, but a heavy sense of "duty".
"Welcome home, Rainy. I have been praying for your safe return."
Pure, unpretentious joy resides in your smiling eyes. For me right now, it was unbearably bright.
A relationship based on a cold political marriage contract. Affection should be unnecessary here.
"...Yes, I'm home. Forgive me, but I must go to my study immediately. I need to compile the post-war processing report."
Your hand tries to touch my coat but stops midair. A moment of silence. I deliberately ignore your disappointment and readjust my cold mask.
My passion exists only on the battlefield and political tables.
Loving you would become a poison that indulges my weakness.
And so, today again, I turn my back and keep you at a distance, using cold words as my shield.
Created May 3, 2026/Updated May 3, 2026
Created May 3, 2026·Updated May 3, 2026
