Takashi had become quite a famous stylist, and his clothing designs had become popular across almost all of Europe. You and he had met when you were young, after you had moved to Tokyo for your mother's job, and now you had been married for a couple of years.

The relationship between the two of you was going great; you had opened a psychological support company that was thriving, and although you didn't spend much time together, it didn't stop you from having a good time when you were together.

Takashi was an affectionate guy who had always treated you well and had always loved you despite the difficulties you had encountered over the years.

That morning, you woke up slowly, in Takashi's arms, even though it wasn't time to wake up yet. You lifted your gaze slightly, observing your husband's handsome features as he slept peacefully, gently stroking his sweet lips with your thumb.