LOGIN結婚3年目。妻と訪れた温泉旅館―― その露天風呂で、瑛司は年下の男・蓮と出会う。 夜の湯けむりの中、名前も知らないまま、 心の隙間を埋め合うように身体を重ねた一夜。 それきりのはずだった。 けれど運命は、ふたりを再び“仕事相手”として再会させる。 家庭を捨て、蓮を選んだ瑛司。 愛されることに怯え、拒絶しながらも惹かれていく蓮。 何度もすれ違い、傷つけ合い、 それでも触れるたび、心が溶けていく。 ――これは、 壊れたままの心と身体が、 愛によって再び重なっていく物語。
View MoreAs I gazed at the night sky in McCall, my thoughts drifted back to my life in Mexico. It was just a year ago that I lived in constant fear and looked over my shoulder every moment of the day. My father, once the king of the cartel, lost his power due to his greed. He forced me to move here to hide until things settled down, but I knew deep down that one day, the consequences of his actions would catch up with him.
I was raised on the border close to Juarez, where the surrounding people perceived me as a foreigner due to my blonde hair and blue eyes. They questioned whether I truly belonged to the Leon bloodline. It seems my father also harbored some resentment toward me for the same reason. Perhaps he also had doubts about my paternity.
My name is Mia Leon, daughter of Felix Leon, a man feared by many. He had gained the nickname "life snatcher" due to his lack of compassion and unwillingness to show any sort of weakness, even towards his own family. He had even killed his own uncle over a card game. As for me, I was always a burden to him. His only interests were drugs, money, women, and being the ruler of the cartel.
My thoughts were broken when my friend Kara spoke.
"Mia, you should get home. Tonight's a full moon."
I took a quick look at her seated beside me on the rock. She was my closest friend and was a vision of beauty, with long black hair that cascaded down her back in loose waves, dark as the night sky, and it framed her face in a way that accentuated her striking features. Her eyes were the color of the earth, deep and dark, with a hint of mystery that drew you in.
Her skin was smooth and golden, a testament to her Native American heritage. Her features were delicate and refined, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that would make even the most gorgeous girl jealous.
I knew when we met that we would form a bond unbreakable. She was the only one who knew the identity of my father and what he was really like before moving here, and she never told a soul, not even her father, whom she trusted deeply. Maybe because he was a sheriff. That could end badly, especially for me. I had already lost everything in my life and Kara knew I needed him, not because he cared for me as her dad did for her, but because I was close to eighteen and I would have only ended up on the streets. And her father never would have allowed us to be friends if he knew what a shitty person Felix was.
Kara sometimes acted strangely during full moons, talking about the things that go bump in the night, warning me to avoid the forest. However, I found solace in nature because I knew that upon returning home, I would be greeted with an empty house and yet another lonely night.
"Why? So I can be alone?" I sighed. "No thanks."
Kara declared, "It's better than being caught by them."
"Kara, who are 'they'? You always mention them, but never disclose their identity," I asked.
She stood up and extended her hand toward me. "It's better if you don't find out."
I shook my head but accepted her help. "I worry sometimes about your sanity." I laughed, and she pushed me playfully.
As we journeyed through the town, the sun was setting behind the mountains. Its radiance illuminated the sky with a stunning array of purple, pink, and orange hues that resembled an oil painting. I couldn't help but acknowledge that the skies in Idaho were far more beautiful than those at home.
As we reached the fork in the road where Kara and I would part ways, she blew me a kiss and said, "See you tomorrow."
"Night, Kara," I said while making a heart shape with my fingers before we parted ways.
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I walked through the door and threw my coat on the chair before heading towards the kitchen. I called out, "Felix?", but as usual, there was no response. I couldn't remember a time I ever called my father dad. He always told me to, but it never felt right.
I sighed, opened the fridge, and took out a bottle of water. Then I went upstairs to my room, sat on the bed, and pulled out my phone.
I sent a text asking, "Did you make it home?" Shortly after, I saw three little bubbles indicating she was typing a response.
"Yeah. You?"
"Yep. But like always, it's empty."
"Sorry, your dad can be a real asshole."
I sighed heavily and said, "He's a selfish person. If those things you keep talking about were to kill me, he would likely celebrate my demise."
Kara's bubbles appeared again. "Hey, come on. Just because he isn't there most of the time doesn't mean he would want something bad to happen to you."
I laughed to myself and then typed back. "Somehow, I doubt he would even notice I was gone." I stopped and considered my father's behavior towards me. It resembled Cinderella's story, except my father was still alive and played the role of the cruel, non-stepparent. "I'm heading to bed. See you at school tomorrow."
"Night, Mia."
"Night."
After turning off the light, I lay in bed and stared at my ceiling for what seemed to be about an hour before suddenly a loud crash came from downstairs. Startled, I sat upright and looked around anxiously, but gradually, I got out of bed and tiptoed down the stairs to investigate.
It couldn't have been my father, I thought, surprised by his early arrival. For a moment, the idea of running crossed my mind. If it was the cartel, I figured my odds of escaping into the Idaho darkness were better than my chances of staying here.
I continued, hoping that whoever was there wouldn't notice me. My hand tightly gripped the handle of the door, but I couldn't bring myself to open it and run out.
The atmosphere was currently silent, which made me figure that whoever was here had got what they came for. However, I decided it was best to text Kara since her dad was a sheriff.
I pulled out my phone from my pajama pocket and promptly messaged Kara, knowing my dad wouldn't be helpful. It was probable that my father was intoxicated at a strip club somewhere.
"Kar, someone is in my house."
"What?! You have to get out of the house!" She rapidly replied.
"Call your dad, please," I begged, thinking that if I called the police, the cartel would hear me.
"Okay, get somewhere safe," She suggested, and then I pocketed my phone.
The fact that I was blonde proved useful, as it provided a convenient excuse for my occasional foolishness. I could easily attribute it to my hair color, and I was acting foolishly by succumbing to my curiosity and risking being discovered, only to find out who had caused all the noise.
When I reached my father's office, I only caught sight of a black tail that vanished through the shattered window as I turned the corner.
"Really?" I looked around. It was ravaged. "How could a dog do this?" I questioned myself.
"Mia?!" shouted Sheriff Black from the front door.
"In here," I called back.
Sheriff Black approached, his footsteps growing louder. "Mia, are you alright?" he asked as he entered the office.
I glanced at him before turning my attention back to the chaotic scene before us. "I'm fine," I replied. "But how is it possible for a dog to create this much havoc? Or perhaps the better question is, how did the dog shatter the window in the first place?"
"Dog?" Sheriff Black said, raising a questioning eyebrow.
"It went out the window," I said as I picked up a file full of papers from the floor and threw it onto my father's desk.
"I think you should stay with us tonight," he suggested.
I looked back at him, bewildered. "Because of a dog?"
Sheriff Black shook his head and said, "Let's talk about it when we get to the house." He then walked over to me and guided me toward the office door. I took one last glance back before Sheriff Black pulled me away.
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We arrived at Kara's small cabin, located just off the hillside outside of town, and pulled into the driveway. As I stepped out of the car, Kara was already waiting for us on the porch.
"Are you okay, Mia?" asked Kara as she leaned over the railing.
I smiled at her as I walked up the steps. "Yeah."
She extended her hand and exclaimed, "Sleepover!" I chuckled as she pulled me into the house.
We went to her room, and Kara sat on the bed while I plopped down on a chair in the corner of her room and crossed my legs. She stared at me until I finally looked over at her.
I said, "What?" As I bit my nails.
"What happened?" Kara inquired as I reclined in my chair and let out a deep sigh.
"Well, would you believe it? A dog, yes, a four-legged furry creature that loves chasing its tail, suddenly turned into a human, broke a window, and went on a stealing spree. And just when you thought things couldn't get any stranger, the doggy delinquent transformed back into its original form and made a smooth exit through the very same window. Who says animals can't pull off a heist?"
She furrowed her brows and asked, "What?"
I shrugged and then burst into laughter. "I was joking Kar, calm down." I continued laughing. "I think the dog got in when someone broke the window after they stole whatever they came for." I declared.
Her lips were pressed together in a thin line, and her brow was furrowed in frustration. It was clear that she was not amused by my attempt at humor.
"Girls?" Mr. Black knocked on the door.
"Come in, Dad."
"Let's talk," he said as he entered and sat beside Kara.
"What's up?" Kara asked.
Kara's father glanced back and forth between us before saying, "I believe it would be best for you to avoid returning home for the time being."
"Mr. Black, it was just a dog," I said as I leaned forward in the chair.
"No, I think your father was a target," he announced.
I stared blankly at him and asked, "Target by whom? And what does 'target' mean?"
Mr. Black briefly averted his gaze before turning back towards me with an inexplicable expression. "For death."
都内某所、ガラス張りの高層ビルの中層階。午前十時を回ったばかりの会議室には、緊張とも期待ともつかない空気が漂っていた。壁際のモニターに映し出された資料には、来月から始動する新プロジェクトのロゴ。長方形のテーブルには五人が着席しており、そのうちの二人──瑛司と蓮──は、互いの対角線上に座っていた。形式ばった自己紹介や名刺交換がひととおり済み、企画責任者の進行に合わせて会議は粛々と進行していた。ペンの走る音、キーボードのタイピング音、スライドをめくるリモコンの微かなクリック。全員が仕事の顔をしている。もちろん、瑛司も、蓮も。けれど、ふとした瞬間。誰かの発言に応じて視線を巡らせた蓮と、資料のページをめくりながら周囲を見渡していた瑛司の目が、会議卓の上で交錯した。その一瞬だけ、時間がゆるやかに揺れる。蓮は、表情を変えないまま視線をほんの一秒だけ留めた。以前ならすぐ逸らしていた。けれど今は、少しだけ“残す”ことができる。それは主張ではなく、共有だった。静かな、だが確かな合図。瑛司もまた、無言のまま小さく頷き返した。唇は動かさず、目だけで、ひとことを伝えてくるように──「大丈夫だ」「ここでも、おまえの味方でいる」その仕草を知っているのは、きっと蓮だけだ。会議室の他のメンバーは、誰も気づいていない。でも、それでよかった。もう隠す必要はないが、見せびらかす必要もない。二人の関係は、“誰にも知られない”ことよりも、“自分たちが知っている”ことの方が重要だった。「…以上が、ビジュアル案の第一案です。全体の世界観に対して、ご意見いただければと」進行を担当するクリエイティブディレクターの声に、蓮が自然に応じた。「色味と構図は概ね問題ないと思います。ただ、ブランド側の要望としては、もう少し余白のニュアンスを大事にしたいとのことだったので──」淡々と説明する
蓮の部屋の窓辺に、午前の光が静かに差し込み始めていた。カーテン越しの光は、優しくも確かに夜が終わったことを告げている。ベッドのシーツは少し乱れ、昨夜の熱と眠気の名残がまだそこに漂っていた。蓮はキッチンでコップ一杯の水を飲み干し、深く呼吸を吐いた。背後では、瑛司が静かにシャツのボタンを留めていた。泊まったとはいえ、彼は今日も仕事へ向かう。まだ離れた場所にある日常へ。ふたりの間に、焦るような気配はなかった。代わりに、昨夜抱きしめ合ったときと同じ温度が、まだどこかに残っていた。皮膚の表面ではなく、もっと深い場所に。蓮は背中越しにその気配を感じながら、振り向かずに尋ねた。「ホテル、戻るの?」「うん。今日はちょっと資料の整理がある」「ああ、そっか」ほんの数日前までは、こうして何気なく言葉を交わすことすら、怖くて仕方がなかった。言葉の向こう側に何かが潜んでいる気がして、目を合わせるのも避けていた。だけど今は、ふとした言葉の間が、ただの“呼吸の間”に変わっている。シャツの袖を整えた瑛司が、荷物をひとまとめにして立ち上がる。蓮の部屋の玄関は、出入りするには少し窮屈な間取りだったが、今は妙に居心地がいい。ふたりが近づくには、ちょうどいい狭さだった。「行くね」瑛司がドアノブに手をかける。その声に、蓮がゆっくりと振り返った。靴を履こうとする瑛司の背中を見ながら、蓮は言葉を探した。何か、ただの「いってらっしゃい」じゃない、確かな言葉を。けれど、その先に出たのは、瑛司の方だった。「これからは」靴を履いたまま、彼は背中越しに言った。「もう、嘘はつかない。何があっても」蓮は思わず息を呑んだ。その言葉は、優しさよりも重かった。誓いのようで、赦しのようでもあった。瑛司が振り返る。目が合う。その視線に、もう逃げ場
キッチンに立つ蓮の背中に、朝の光が柔らかく差していた。床に反射した窓の形が、タイルの上でゆっくりと伸びていく。瑛司はダイニングチェアに座り、その様子を黙って見ていた。Tシャツ一枚の背中がまだ少し細く見えるのは、夜の名残がそこにあるからかもしれない。それとも、ずっと気づかないふりをしてきた、その人本来の脆さに、ようやく触れたばかりだからか。蓮が鍋に残してあったスープを小鍋に移して温め始める。コンロの火が点き、音もなく炎が灯ると、蓮はカップを二つ取り出して、ドリップの準備にかかった。「…あのさ」「ん?」「コーヒーって、ちゃんと入れようとすると案外難しいよね」「そう?」「前さ、カフェでバイトしてた時に教わったんだけど。豆の挽き方も、お湯の温度も、抽出時間も…全部で味変わるんだって」「へえ」会話はぎこちなくはないが、どこか呼吸を計るような間がある。けれど、それは昨日までのような「心を閉ざすための間」ではなかった。むしろ、自分の感情をどう差し出せばいいのか、不器用に試しているような、温度を探る沈黙だった。ドリッパーから湯を細く落としていく蓮の手元からは、コーヒーの香ばしい匂いが立ち上ってくる。ゆっくりと膨らむ粉の山。その香りに、瑛司は肩の力が抜けていくのを感じた。「…昨日の夜さ」蓮が言った。ドリップを終え、ポットの蓋を閉じながら振り返る。「なんか、夢だったんじゃないかって思った」「うん」「朝起きたらさ、たとえば…瑛司さんが、もういなかったらどうしようとか」「いるよ」瑛司の返事は短く、でもまっすぐだった。それだけで蓮の表情は、少しほどける。コーヒーをテーブルに置き、次に温めたスープと、軽く焼いたトースト、トマトを添えた簡単な朝食が並ぶ。二人で向かい合って座り、しばらくは食器の音だけが空間に響いた。フォークが皿の端
カーテンの隙間から漏れた朝の光が、シーツの皺をなぞるように伸びていた。外の空は薄く晴れていて、夜の雨の名残だけが窓の端に、水滴となって静かに残っている。ベッドの上、瑛司は仰向けになったまま天井を見つめていた。身体の右側には、寄り添うように蓮が眠っている。蓮の額にはかすかに汗が浮いていた。寝息は浅く、でもどこか子どものように無防備で、静かだった。その頬に、瑛司の右手がそっと触れる。指の腹が触れた部分だけ、呼吸の熱が残っていた。「…まだ夢を見てるみたいだな」声はほとんど呟きのようだったが、蓮のまぶたがゆっくりと震えるように動いた。光がまつ毛の影を落とし、長い睫毛の奥で瞳がこちらを探しているのがわかる。「…瑛司、さん…」その言葉がこぼれた瞬間、瑛司はかすかに目を見開いた。いつもなら名前を呼ばれることはなかった。どんなに抱き合っても、触れても、決して呼ばれることのなかった名前。「ようやく、呼んでくれたな」目を伏せながら微笑むと、蓮は反射的に顔を背けた。恥ずかしさに頬が熱を帯びるのがわかった。「…なんか、今さら言うの…照れる」「いいよ。今さらでも、すごく嬉しい」瑛司の声には、にじむような安心があった。言葉ではなく、空気と目線と触れた指の熱が、ふたりのあいだをそっと満たしていく。蓮はゆっくりと体を起こしかけたが、瑛司の肩に顔をうずめるようにして、また横になる。その仕草があまりに自然で、まるで最初からそうしてきたかのように思えた。「…ねえ」「ん?」「昨日の夜…っていうか、明け方の、あれ…」蓮はそこで言葉を止めた。明確に名をつけるには、まだ少し恥ずかしさが勝っていた。でも瑛司は、その続きを待たずに答えた。「大丈夫。全部、大事だった」「…うん」「蓮が、蓮のままでいてくれたこ