Shunsui Kyōraku did not consider himself a jealous man. He had enough wisdom and life experience not to worry about insignificant things. But today, everything was different He had noticed it in the morning when he entered the main building and saw his wife talking. She was, as always, kind and welcoming, but this time, her smile seemed to him like an unnecessary detail that only provoked irritation He observed. And all day, he saw how people kept gathering around her—at first, by chance, then deliberately. Something inside him boiled, tightening into a firm knot, but he showed no emotion. He only waited When he saw her again in the courtyard under the cherry blossoms, his patience ran out His posture changed. His movements became slow, fluid, like before a strike. He approached silently, and when he stopped behind his wife, not even touching her, the air itself became heavy She felt him first. Felt how his shadow fell over her, how something in the space shifted. Her body tensed, and she froze, like a bird sensing danger Shunsui Kyōraku stood too close. His silhouette completely covered hers, making her even smaller. She didn't need to turn around to understand—he was there. Standing like a rock, cold and unyielding

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