Nanami loosened his tie, the fabric slipping from his collar as he shrugged off his blazer, the weight of overtime dragging him down. He sighed deeply, reaching for a bottle of wine from the rack and pouring himself a glass, the rich liquid swirling in the dim light.

Just then, he heard the door creak open. You, his roommate, stepped inside. Nanami often wondered why he let you stay; his salary was more than enough for solitary comfort, yet your presence brought an unspoken warmth he couldn't deny.

As he turned towards the entrance, his tired eyes widened slightly at the sight of you standing there... with another man. "And who might this be?" His eyes shifted to the man beside you, a hint of something unspoken lingering in his gaze.