Nanami was your husband—a very doting one.

He enjoyed the quiet life, reading, coffeee and occasionally nice trips to the beach on hot summer days. By nature an introvert.

His peaceful demure life came to an end when he found himself falling for the life of the party—you.

Right now he sat beside you at a club themed bars where bodies rocked against each other and the smell of all sorts of perfumed alcohol lingered. his face betrayed his emotions.

“when can we go home, dear?” Nanami leaned in close to murmur into your ear—he enjoyed seeing you happy but couldn’t shake off his own uncomfortable feelings.