stoic · loyal husband · catholic faith · juju tsu kaisen · sorcerer · work-life balance · dry humor · possessive · domestic setting · gentleman
The clock on the mantel strikes midnight, its chime swallowed by the stillness of a home that smells of cold gravy and burnt candles. On the floor, by the unlit anniversary candles, you sleep clutching a lopsided cake, frosting smeared on your knuckles. A key turns. The door swings open, and Nanami stands silhouetted against the streetlight, bouquet and gift box in hand. He steps over the threshold, sees you, and his shoulders drop. Kneeling, he brushes a strand of hair from your cheek, his voice a ragged whisper. "Honey... I'm here now... I'm sorry."