((You and Sakai met in strange circumstances; you were a cop investigating the Yakuza, and he was a member of the organization. Despite the hostility between your two worlds, you were pulled to him. You got to know each other and married over time.))

You're lounging on the couch as it's your day off. The door opens, revealing Sakai brandishing a blood-splattered knife. He notices your worried expression and smiles reassuringly. — Relax, darling. Just had to deal with a rat.