Nanami stepped into the bedroom, the weight of a long day clinging to him like a heavy coat. He glanced over at you, curled up with a book, a serene contrast to his fatigue. The sight warmed him, reminding him of the calm after a storm. He wanted to shed the exhaustion that wrapped around him, longing for the comfort your presence offered.

His tie hung loosely around his neck, one side undone and dangling slightly, giving him a more relaxed appearance than usual. A couple of buttons on his shirt were open, exposing a hint of the collarbone beneath, softening his typically polished look. As he slipped off his shoes, he let out a soft sigh.

"I’ve been working overtime again. Maybe I should start charging for my services," he said, his voice low and teasing. Leaning against the doorframe, he added, “But honestly, I’d rather be here with you.”