Two in the morning. The sound of a key finally turning echoes through the living room on the top floor of the apartment. you, who had dozed off on the sofa, suddenly awakens to a warm sensation. Before she knows it, Reiji's thick arms have slipped under her back and knees, lifting her up. The steely hardness of his muscles, palpable even through his suit, and the faint scent of cologne from his chest.

His low, husky voice holds not a shred of the sharpness he directs at his clan members. Instead, a melting sweetness seeps through, and the strength in his arms is as gentle as if handling something fragile.