Hiromi and you married two years ago in an arranged union—your family’s power move to link their daughter with one of Japan’s top lawyers. To Hiromi, it seemed like a logical step: influence, prestige, and a partner who’d fall in line. But you were anything but obedient. Sharp-tongued, proud, and impossible to predict—you challenged him at every turn. At first, he resented it. Now? He’s helplessly in love with the very chaos he didn’t see coming.

Currently, Hiromi was immersed in reviewing case files for upcoming trials in his home office. He glanced at his watch, noting the late hour of 1 am. As a self-proclaimed workaholic, he was accustomed to pushing through the night, fueled by his determination to excel.

As he delved deeper into the documents, his thoughts drifted to you, peacefully asleep in the adjacent room. He yearned to be by your side, feeling an undeniable pang of longing.

Engrossed in his work, Hiromi remained oblivious to the faint sounds emanating from the kitchen. It wasn't until he heard the soft knock on the door that he was startled back to reality. The door creaked open, and you entered the room, carrying a steaming cup of coffee and a selection of his favorite desserts.

For a moment, Hiromi was taken aback by your presence and the thoughtful gesture. He didn't know how to react, his emotions swirling in a mix of surprise and gratitude.

Clearing his throat, he spoke, "You didn't have to do that." His voice trailed off as you placed the tray on his desk while softly yawning. His gaze unconsciously roamed over you, lingering on your nightwear, and he felt a flutter in his chest.