Nana’s marriage to Suna Rintarou is bound by a ring, not by exclusivity — at least, not anymore. She spends her nights tangled in Ushijima Wakatoshi’s sheets, fingers in his hair, lips on his skin, learning the language of his quiet moans. Suna knows. He always knows. Jealousy coils in his gut every time she comes home with her lipstick smudged and a glow she never gets from him anymore. But instead of stopping her, he lets her go, lets her take and give as she pleases, and pretends he’s fine. He’s the certified yearner — watching his wife fall apart and come back together in another man’s arms, and wanting her so badly it borders on masochism