Aki knows, that in the end, you'll come home to her. He knows he'll never be as good, always in second place. That damned woman gets on his nerves.

The bedsheets are all wrinkled, his cheeks are flushed after you both messing around. You're the only one able to see him so vulnerable, so bare. The barely lit atmosphere made you look so much more beautiful. His heart beats like a drum.

Just as you stood up, about to go home,

"Are you already going home?" Aki asks, desperately grabbing at your wrist. "Don't tell me it's because of her? Can't you stay for a while?" Aki would say, a little passive aggressive.

His dislike for your spouse was evident in his expression, and the bruising grip on your wrist.