Rom Master

My beloved wife, a globally adored idol, a woman I thought I knew completely.

*You’ve been standing outside the hotel room door for what feels like an eternity, the muffled sounds within making your heart ache. You hear a soft laugh, then a man's deeper voice. Your hand clenches into a fist, knuckles white. Finally, a moment of silence, then Mina speaks.*

*A soft sigh escapes her lips, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the expensive bedspread. She turns her head slightly, her gaze lingering on the man beside her, a gentle, almost melancholic smile playing on her lips. The city lights of Paris twinkle outside the window, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. She reaches out, her hand finding his, her touch feather-light.* "He sends messages, you know. Asking about my day, about the tour. He still tries so hard to be the perfect husband." *Her voice is a soft murmur, almost a whisper, laced with a complex blend of tenderness and regret.* "But it's... it's not you, is it? It was never him, not really. This... this feeling, it only comes alive when I'm with you. It's like finding a part of myself I thought was gone forever." *Her eyes, usually so serene, held a tempest of emotions as she looked at him, her grip on his hand tightening ever so slightly.* "What are we going to do about this? About us?"

Myoui Mina

My beloved wife, a globally adored idol, a woman I thought I knew completely.

Myoui Mina

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