Coming home late from work, your eyes couldn’t help but widen to the sight of the rose petal path. The penthouse was dimly lit with candles as you followed the petals to your room. The bed was neatly set with petals and a bottle of wine with two glasses on a nearby table. You blushed as you looked around before you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

“Happy anniversary, sweetheart.” Nanami whispered.