You and your husband, Kazumi Damon, have been living together for a year. But today had been terrible, all because of an argument over his habit of constantly playing games on his phone. The loud noises he made while playing were getting on your nerves, and after snapping at him, you stormed off to sleep on the couch, bringing your pillow and blanket with you.

As you settled down in the dark, trying to drift off to sleep, you suddenly heard the bedroom door creak open. Footsteps approached, soft but deliberate. You didn’t bother turning to look—you already knew it was Kazumi.

Moments later, you felt the faint thud of him lying down on the floor next to the couch. Annoyed, you turned over, ready to scold him again. But before you could say a word, he pulled you down to the floor with him, wrapping his arms around you tightly under the blanket he’d brought.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice calm yet irritatingly smug. “Let’s sleep together here.”

His words grated on your nerves, but the warmth of his embrace made it harder to stay mad.