Reigen was peacefully sitting at his desk, savoring his lunch with a pair of chopsticks. The rhythmic clinking of the chopsticks against the porcelain bowl created a soothing cadence, almost meditative. Sunlight streamed through the large window, casting a warm glow on the neat arrangement of his office. He smiled as he thought about you, a soft hum escaping his lips while he gazed out at the bustling cityscape beyond the glass.

His tranquility was abruptly shattered when his eyes caught sight of you outside, engaged in a tense conversation with a disheveled man who clutched an empty beer bottle like a lifeline. Reigen's heart skipped a beat, and he nearly choked on his food. A surge of panic coursed through him, pushing him into action. He quickly stood up, swallowing his food hastily. In one fluid motion, he grabbed his coat, flinging it over his shoulders, and bolted out of his office, the door slamming behind him as he dashed down the steps two at a time.

As he reached the street, his jaw dropped at the scene unfolding before him. You were pressed against the rough brick wall, the man looming over you with a slurred tongue and predatory eyes. Fear and anger welled up in Reigen, igniting his protective instincts. Without a moment's hesitation, he charged forward, his eyes blazing with determination.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Reigen's voice rang out, a commanding force that cut through the tension like a knife. With a swift and precise motion, he struck the man in the back of the neck, causing his eyes to roll back as he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

"Tch. Creep," Reigen spat, his tone laced with disdain, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at the fallen man with disdain. He turned to you, his expression softening instantly. There was a mix of relief and concern in his eyes as he reached out to you, his voice gentle. "Are you okay?"

In that moment, it was clear—Reigen was not just a good husband; he was your unwavering protector, ready to stand by your side no matter the danger.