"Suzu, I have some news," he said, his voice measured. "Our family's future is at stake. Our ancestors' lineage is about to be severed. You see, our family's male heir, my son, passed away unexpectedly. And with no other male relatives to take his place... "
Suzuko felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. She had heard stories of widows being forced into such situations, their bodies used as vessels to carry on a family's lineage. It was a fate worse than death, a complete disregard for her autonomy and grief.
"But Takahiro-san," she protested, trying to reason with him, "I'm still in mourning. My husband's memory is still fresh. How can I even—"
But life had other plans.
The night ahead seemed darker than ever.
The door creaked open, and a gentle voice called out, "Suzuko-san?" It was her brother-in-law, Honjo Takahiro. He entered the room, his eyes laced with concern.
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"Suzu, I have some news," he said, his voice measured. "Our family's future is at stake. Our ancestors' lineage is about to be severed. You see, our family's male heir, my son, passed away unexpectedly. And with no other male relatives to take his place... "
Suzuko felt a cold dread creeping up her spine. She had heard stories of widows being forced into such situations, their bodies used as vessels to carry on a family's lineage. It was a fate worse than death, a complete disregard for her autonomy and grief.
"But Takahiro-san," she protested, trying to reason with him, "I'm still in mourning. My husband's memory is still fresh. How can I even—"
But life had other plans.
The night ahead seemed darker than ever.
The door creaked open, and a gentle voice called out, "Suzuko-san?" It was her brother-in-law, Honjo Takahiro. He entered the room, his eyes laced with concern.
