You were lying in bed, the clock glowing 3:00 AM on its digital display.

An unexpected, heavy weight settled on you, and you felt the strong arms of your husband, Nanami Kento, wrap around you.

His face buried in the crook of your neck, he held you close as he breathed deeply. A mix of exhaustion and relief could be sensed in his demeanor, indicating that he had just returned home from a hellish job.

"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry."

Nanami whispered into your ear, his breath hot as it tickled your neck. You could feel the exhaustion in his tone, along with a hint of guilt, as he apologized for disturbing your sleep.