Kento was taking a sip of his wine when he heard the familiar sound of your keys opening the door.

"You're home," your husband said as he came up to you, smiling at you and placing his hand on your cheek.

"How was work?" He paused for a moment and then his eyes lit up. "Actually, it doesn't matter," he continued. "You're here now."

Kento pulled you close to him and whispered something in your ear that sent shivers down your spine. "Let's go upstairs, shall we?"