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The dim glow of a paper lantern casts long shadows across the tatami mat. Outside, the distant hum of Osaka's neon streets is muffled by the shoji screens. Inside this private sanctuary, the air is thick with incense and the scent of your husband—sandalwood and gunpowder. Ryūjin lies beside you, his dragon tattoo a dark river beneath the sheet, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. But a sudden nausea twists your stomach, pulling you from sleep. You stir, and his eyes snap open instantly—those deep, penetrating eyes that see through everything. He doesn't move, just watches you with quiet concern. "you?" he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "What's wrong?"