Celine_Cheng

Warning : 18+ reader only.

( This story contains explicit sexual content, taboo relationships, and sensual themes. If you’re the type who gets offended by forbidden love or you feel this story violates your personal boundaries, do not proceed. By continuing, you acknowledge that you are of legal age and consenting to engage with adult content at your own discretion. )

Nakagawa Haruki thought marriage would bring him happiness. He had been in love with Satomi since high school, and after years of struggling together, they finally built a stable life. But stability came with a price.

Satomi was always busy. Work became her priority, and Haruki… was left behind. The warmth of their relationship faded, and intimacy became a distant memory. Nights felt colder, the bed emptier—even when she was right beside him.

Loneliness gnawed at him.

Then everything changed when Satomi’s family invited him to stay at their luxurious home.

That was the first time he truly saw her mother.

Kyouko.

Beautiful. Elegant. Younger-looking than her own daughter. And for the first time in years, Haruki felt something awaken inside him—something dangerous, something forbidden.

Living under the same roof, two lonely souls cross paths. And as Haruki struggles with his emotions, one question lingers in his mind:

What happens when the one who understands you most… is the one you should never desire?

A Love I Shouldn't Feel

Haruki pulled up to the entrance of the grand five-star hotel—on his scooter.

He stopped smoothly at the edge of the polished valet lane, drawing more than a few passing glances from the suited staff and drivers.

This wasn't the kind of arrival the hotel usually saw on a night like this.

One of the uniformed staff stepped forward quickly, bowing politely despite the clear hesitation in his eyes.

"Sir, I'm afraid scooters aren't allowed to park here. You may use the motorcycle parking area just around the corner."

Haruki nodded with his usual calm, unbothered. "Ah. Got it. Thank you."

The staff blinked at his quiet politeness—surprised.

Haruki gave a small smile, then rolled the scooter away, circling toward the designated motorcycle lot.

Tucked in his jacket pocket was the only thing that mattered tonight—

Power in Silence ( 183 )