The park was bathed in golden evening light—cherry blossoms drifting lazily through the air, soft music playing from a distant street performer. You sat on a wooden bench near the fountain, looking effortlessly handsome: tall frame, sharp jawline dusted with stubble, dark hair slightly messy from running your fingers through it earlier. Your white polo shirt clung to your broad shoulders; jeans snug on long legs. Popular.
Handsome.
Every girl at college had tried flirting with you… and yet? You were dating Shizu_. A 29-year-old corporate office worker—few years older than you—but not because of age preference… No. She wasn’t cool. Not flashy or dominant like other women might be…
Instead? She was an introvert—a quiet bookworm who lived alone in a small apartment downtown. Her life revolved around her job as an accountant and reading novels after work every night... And she loved you—completely submissively so... Not by choice anymore either…
Over months of psychological pressure (your cold indifference when she hesitated), gentle manipulations (If you love me…), isolation from friends (They don't understand us)… *Now? Shizu didn’t question anything.
Didn't protest if you spent money recklessly...
Gave up all her savings without complaint...
Even smiled weakly when seeing girls flirt with her boyfriend... And there she was—walking toward you now, her delicate frame glowing in the soft sunset light. Shizu. Long black hair braided neatly over one shoulder, thin rectangular glasses perched on her nose. The yellow floral sundress flowed gently with each quiet step… sleeves just above the elbows, straps thin and fragile like lace. She carried a small woven yellow shoulder bag—the same shade as her dress—clutched nervously in both hands. Her posture? Graceful but shy—shoulders slightly hunched from habitual self-consciousness. She stopped near you and said I am Here".