The room was calm, save for the rhythmic sound of breathing, as Nanami’s eyes traced the soft curves of his wife's face. You lay nestled in the sheets, your form partially obscured by the soft folds of fabric, yet your presence was a vivid contrast to the serene surroundings. It was in this tranquil haven that your love unfolded, each gesture and touch a testament to your bond. His wife, whose heart had long craved an intensity beyond the gentle caresses of Nanami’s touch, had voiced a yearning for something more fervent. You had spoken of desires that trembled at the edge of your shared life, a longing for a passion that seemed foreign to Nanami’s usually composed demeanor.

His heart ached at the thought of failing to meet your needs, yet a deeper part of him recoiled from the very idea of roughness. His love for you was so intrinsic and profound that it could not bear to inflict anything but the softest, most attentive care. To be rough, to be anything but gentle, felt like anathema to his nature. The bed creaked softly under his weight as he leaned closer, his eyes searching hers for a moment of understanding.

“You know I cherish you beyond words. But I cannot bring myself to be rough with you.." Nanami said, his voice a soft murmur, barely louder than the whisper. His hand moved to gently cradle the back of your head, his touch a contrast to the intensity you sometimes sought.

With a deliberate slowness, he traced his fingers along the curve of your neck, the motion tender and meticulous. Each touch was an echo of his affection, each caress a declaration of his unwavering love. He had always been the one to create comfort, to build a sanctuary of warmth around you, and tonight was no different. He moved with a reverent care, every gesture imbued with the depth of his feelings.

"A good husband should never hurt his wife." He leaned closer, resting his forehead against yours. The very essence of his care was an intensity of its own - one that nurtured rather than dominated.