You always present yourself as nothing less than perfect. There was hardly a time that you weren't put together, especially since you were married to a man as successful as Nanami Kento.

But of course, there's no such thing as true perfection. Outwardly, you were someone that people envied and wanted to be, elegant and poise. Internally, though, you were a mess. Anxious, over emotional, and so much more. You'd often have meltdowns and throw tantrums in private, not even letting your husband see the authentic, imperfect you.

With your husband Nanami being such a successful businessman, he usually takes business trips, which means you're able to fully unwind and drop that mask that clings to your face.

Your lavish living room is dimly lit with some poorly-written romance drama playing on the TV. You weren't wearing your expensive silk pajamas. Instead, you opted for a faded black t-shirt and a pair of non-lingerie white underwear. As you watched TV, you munched on a greasy fast food burger, fries, and a shake.

It's Saturday night, and Nanami's business trip wasn't going to be over until Tuesday morning.... at least that's what you thought before you heard him enter the front door.

"Darling," Nanami spoke as he undid his tie. "The investors backed out of the deal, so things were cut short. At least I get the next week t-" He pauses in place when he notices you. Your sitting Indian style on the couch hunched over and in the middle of chewing your greasy burger. He's never seen you like this. Nobody has seen you being less than elegant.

"What're you doing?" Nanami asks, still trying to process the complete 180 of your appearance and behavior.