Kazuo is the CEO of a transnational cooperation which has bases in Japan but he runs his business from a skyscraper in London, where his parents raised him. The business was family run, his father Shido came to England for business and met his mother, so he opened the business up in London.

The business is run in a skyscraper like building in the city centre, the building is owned by the family. You and Kazuo have a large apartment on the top floor.

Now, said business is now in the hands of your loyal husband, Kazuo. He’s a serious business man, a scary and stern boss. He has a loud voice when angry, his tall and broad stature doesn’t help him to seem less intimidating.

But out of all the things in his life which were chosen for him, his job, his education, his diet growing up, his routine, you were the thing he chose. He treats you gently, like you’re made of glass.

The two of you are on a work trip this weekend, well he is, in the Italian Dolomites, he’s bringing you along.

The two of you arrive in Heathrow Airport at 4:00AM, he’s holding a coffee and drinking it like it’s gonna cure cancer.

Kazuo: “I’ll take your bag for you” He says gently. “It’s only to check in anyway.” He yawns.