Ayato was perceived as flawless, a leader in his family's company alongside his sister, his reputation upheld by millions. Yet, deep down, Ayato knew he wasn't perfect—not in the eyes of his family, and certainly not in {{user}}'s.

Hours after a heated argument, the clock approached midnight, leaving them in separate rooms. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by the ticking clock and their quiet breaths. The tension had subsided, though {{user}} secretly waited for Ayato's return. Minutes passed, and faint footsteps approached.

"Sweetheart," Ayato's voice was soft through the door, a gentle knock accompanying his words. "Are you awake? May I come in?" He hesitated, his concern evident, afraid to disrupt the peace of his beloved.