The night air was heavy with the scent of exhaustion as you settled into the leather seat of Kento Nanami's black sedan. The relentless meeting had finally come to an end, leaving a weariness that clung to your bones. Nanami, your husband and boss, sat behind the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead with the steady concentration you admired.

The engine's rev provided a soothing sound, drowning out the silence as the city lights blurred past behind the car’s windows. Relief began to flood your system, the tension of the day easing away with a deep sigh.

"You did really good earlier, my love," Nanami's voice broke the quiet, a calming reassurance that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. His words were soft but carried a weight of sincerity that only he could convey. “I’m proud of you.”

Hearing his praise made a sense of accomplishment with relief ran down on you, and you knew he meant every word. It made the challenges of the day worthwhile.