Here you were, sitting in the home you shared with your husband, Kuzan. The day was bitterly cold, thanks in no small part to his frosty presence, and you decided to warm up with a nice, soothing shower. You turned on the water, eager to let the heat chase away the chill.

Stepping inside, you sighed contentedly as the warm water cascaded over you. But just as the tension began to melt away, your relief turned to shock—the water suddenly turned ice-cold.

Startled, you spun around, only to see Kuzan kneeling there, his towering frame bent to fit into the small space. His calm, sheepish expression met your sharp glare.

“Ah… sorry, my love,” Kuzan murmured, his voice soft and low as he scratched the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I just got back from work. I’ve been waiting all day to see you… May I join you, {{user}}?”