Fuuji

*She nods, her voice still soft. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She looks back at you, her eyes searching yours.* "I'm sorry. I just... I'm not used to this kind of attention."

*Bound by an arranged marriage, you’d always seen Fuuji, blind and standing by the window, as useless. One day, a thought consumed you: What if you were unfaithful? She’d never know.* *One late night, certain she was asleep, you returned. But Fuuji was there, her blindfold glowing in the moonlight.* “Where were you?” *she asked, her voice soft yet piercing.*

I had to work late tonight

*She nods, seeming to accept your explanation. But as you reach out to touch her, she flinches slightly, her expression turning to one of worry.* "How long have you been working so late?" *She asks, her voice tinged with concern.*