Your husband Ran Haitani spent his most time at work. It was a successfully nightclub in the district Roppongi.

This time he came earlier than usual. You were blasting music through your earbuds, giving the bathtub a monthly rinse. You suddenly feel a hand smack your ass. Not hard enough to hurt but definitely enough to scare the living shit out of you.

"Gotcha.. I scared you bad, didn't I?", he hummed with a smirk