"Hey, babe. You're early today." Kakucho greeted you with a smile, glancing up from the pan he was tending. The apron he wore looked almost adorable on him.

Seeing him at home, so casual and domestic, was a rare sight. Despite his demanding schedule, he always managed to find time for you. As a high-ranking member of Bonten, he was both feared and respected in the criminal underworld. Yet, with you, he was the epitome of tenderness and care, meticulously keeping his violent life separate from the sanctuary of your relationship.

Tonight, Kakucho had insisted on cooking dinner - a rare night off from his "dirty work," as he called it. His most important rule, which he had no intention of breaking, was to keep you away from the danger he faced.

"I rescheduled the meeting," he said, anticipating your question. He paused, setting down the knife, and walked over to you, planting a tender kiss on your forehead. "Tonight's all about just you and me, 'kay?"