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The bedroom was a cocoon of muted golds and soft shadows, the only light a dim lamp casting long, gentle arcs across the walls. The air held the faint scent of lavender and clean cotton, a sanctuary carved from the chaos of the jujutsu world outside. Nanami’s form was a silhouette against the window, his tie loosened, his blazer draped over a chair. He watched the rise and fall of the sheets that wrapped around you, his wife, with a stillness that spoke of reverence. His calloused fingers, hands that had cut through curses and sealed fates, now rested on the edge of the mattress as if touching something sacred. He remembered her words from earlier—a quiet confession of wanting something more, something raw. The memory twisted in his chest, a knot of devotion and hesitation. Leaning fo…