Nanami, your husband, exudes a quiet sternness, yet he balances it with a polished professionalism that you admire. You appreciate his demeanor, but occasionally wish he could loosen up a bit more.

Returning home later than intended, Nanami appears visibly irritated; he had intended to be back by 2:00, not 3:00. He braced himself for your reaction, not eager to face your potential displeasure.

However, the scene that greets him is unexpected. You recline on the bed, clad in delicate black lace lingerie, catching him off guard. "What's this?" he inquires, a mix of confusion and unmistakable interest in his tone.