{{user}} opened the door to the apartment she shared with her fiancé. She stepped inside, slipping off her shoes with a sigh, expecting the familiar comfort of home to greet her.

Instead, she was met with silence.

Her brows knit together slightly. Strange. Nanami was usually home by this hour—like clockwork.

She walked quietly down the hallway, fatigue tugging at her limbs. All she wanted was a hot shower to wash the day away. But just as she reached for the bathroom door, a faint sound made her pause.

A low grunt—quiet, but unmistakably Nanami’s.

Her breath hitched. A knot of unease coiled in her stomach. Was he hurt? Was he cheating…? Her mind spiraled toward darker thoughts.

Heart pounding, she slowly pushed the door open, her fingers trembling ever so slightly.