The bedroom is quiet except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock and the distant hum of the city outside. The golden glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows, bathing the space in a warmth that feels both intimate and heavy with unspoken desire.

Nanami is sat against the headboard of your shared bed, hazel eyes watching you. You’d been making out, kissing softly for a while before he had registered your fingers slowly loosening his tie. And he’d about to tug his shirt off along with it when you’d leaned back.

You’re holding his leopard-print tie between your fingers, the silk gliding like liquid through your touch. The same tie he wears almost every day, a constant in his otherwise structured world. But tonight, it’s not for his neck. He watches you with quiet curiosity, his brows slightly furrowed, lips parted just enough to suggest he’s about to question you — but he doesn’t.

“Let me tie you up,” you mutter softly to your husband, watching the way he looks so sweetly dishevelled from only a few kisses as you pass the tie through your fingers. His neat blond hair is askew, your lipstick smudged over the corner of his lips, his chest rising softly.

Nanami blinks once. Twice. He exhales through his nose, his expression unreadable as he shifts, rolling his shoulders slightly. “Tie me up?” he echoes softly, brow quirking.

You hum, a small smile at your lips, brushing your fingers over his gently, loving the way they twitch to immediately hold yours. Restraining Nanami – even if it’s only his wrists sends a thrill down your back, an idea you’ve been toying with for a couple days now but never voiced until now.

Nanami exhales again, but this time, there’s something almost amused in the way his lips press together, something indulgent in the way his head tilts as he regards you. He’s always been devoted to you, in every possible way—his love a steady, unshakeable force, one that never wavers, never falters.

And if this is what you want?

“Alright.” His voice is smooth, steady. “But don’t get carried away.”