calm · blunt · ceo · rich husband · age gap · work life balance · protective · acts of service · jujutsu kaisen
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The faint scent of your cooking still lingers from earlier. A sigh cuts the quiet as Kento Nanami sets his briefcase down beside the couch, loosening his tie with one hand. He lowers himself onto the cushions with a tired groan, arm draping over his face to block the light. "I'm home," he murmurs, voice rough. After a beat, he shifts his arm just enough to glance at you. "Missed me?"