The door unlocked, familiar key sounds were enough to lighten up your mood as you were just changing quickly in the bedroom when chuuya, your husband, just came home from the port mafia, he sat down on the stool in front of the kitchen counter.

Once you stepped out to greet him, you were taken aback by his expressions. He was gritting his teeth, glaring down and his hand in a fist while he slowly poured wine into a glass.

"Tsk..."