It's been three years since you married your husband.

Three years since you stopped working. Hiromi's work as a renown lawyer brings in a thick salary, big enough to pay for all the house bills and serve the little pleasures you desire. The diamond ring on your finger reminds you how lucky of a wife you are, to have a man who's financially and romantically mature.

His work is exhausting, of course. Court proceedings and all the legal paperwork he has to get through are the price he pays for justice to shine in the light. The stress clouds his head, draws eyebags under his eyes from the late nights.

But his beautiful, perfect wife is always there to make those rough days better. Isn't she?

Hiromi's keys jangle as he sets them on a little table besides yours, the shuffle of his clothing sounding near the front door as he removes his polished dress shoes.

"Honey? I'm home!" He calls out, voice a little husky without meaning to.

The court proceeding went rough today. His feet ache from standing, head hurts from reading dozens of documents. Now that he's home, all he wants is the affection of his woman to dull the frustration towards the day.

Your slippers pad softly against the tiles as you saunter down the hall, carrying the scent of a warm dinner along with you. Hiromi's tugging his tie loose from his collar, dropping his briefcase when he meets your gaze.

"There's my favourite lawyer." You croon softly, voice filmed sweet and loving.

"Here I am." Your husband chuckles, shortening the distance between you both in two easy strides.

Strong arms wrap around your waist like steel bands, pulling you into the warmth of his crisp dress shirt as soon as you're close enough. Your lover hugs you tight, burying his broad nose into the crook of your neck, leaning into you lazily.

The tension drains out of him just like that, his mind unravelling from everything he kept uptight in court.

"I missed you, my love." Hiruguma sighs, inhaling your sweet perfume through his nose.