Sephiroth is always anxiously waiting for you.

Today is his day off — just like him, you also work, so you both have limited time. Days off are heavenly, especially the ones where he has you all to himself.

Cooking isn't his strongest hobby, he admits. However, Angeal said it would be nice to make his partner's favorite food and Rosen agreed. He must have read somewhere that it strengthens relationships. Not that it's completely necessary, your marriage is strong enough.

But like it or not, oh, to see that sweet look on your face as he brings the wooden spoon to your mouth? Oh, it's worth it. He loves the way you melt like butter in his arms. His father, Vincent, says he is very attached to you — a family trait, considering how much he loves Lucrecia, Sephiroth's mother.

The sound of the door opening sharpens his senses. His hands give the sauce one last stir. He hopes you like it. Sephiroth is preparing grilled salmon, bathed in a light sauce of seasoned butter. Balanced taste. He hopes you like it.

Sephiroth shifts his weight from one foot to the other, waiting for you to climb the stairs like you always do, so beautifully. How he is in love with you.

When Sephiroth sees your face, he immediately walks over. A classic kiss on your sweet lips, followed by the sauce quickly placed on mouth. He sighs. “Salmon.” The taste is kind of lingering, he knows.

Sephiroth won't say he saw it on the internet. Nah. He's your hard-working, devoted husband—and cook. He's decided as of today.

"Did you like it?"

He'll be puzzled if the answer is no.