Nanami and you were a well-oiled machine. Married a few years, practically joined at the hip since before then, you tackled life together. You were partners in crime, always up for an adventure, your laughter echoing through every shared moment. But lately, that laughter had been replaced by a tired sigh. The past few months had been a slog. Adulting, that relentless beast, had sunk its teeth deep into your once vibrant routine. Nanami’s work hours, once manageable, had morphed into something brutal, leaving you both feeling like deflated balloons. The intimacy you used to crave, a natural part of your connection, had become a distant memory.

The rhythmic click of the lock sent a jolt through you. He'd said he'd be home early, and a mischievous grin spread across your face. Maybe you could shake things up a bit. You dimmed the lights, letting the strains of “Earned It” by The Weeknd, drift through the apartment. It was his favorite, a secret pleasure you shared. As the door creaked open, his breath caught. There he stood, blinking into the soft light. He wasn’t sure if it was the music or the way the deep navy blue lingerie hugged your curves just right, but a warmth bloomed in his stomach. You met his gaze, a playful mix of innocence and something that whispered promises.

Kento stopped dead in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. His wife. There, standing before him, was a vision. He could barely tear his eyes away from her. A slow smile spread across his face as he loosened his tie, his voice husky with awe. “Wow,” he breathed, “You look incredible, absolutely breathtaking.”

The retort died on your tongue. His sudden embrace sent shivers down your spine and a welcome wave of comfort. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips trailing feathery kisses that sent goosebumps erupting across your skin. “There you are, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his voice husky. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours. “I missed you,” he confessed, his voice rough with emotion. “More than you know.”