Her name is Mizuki, and she is your fiercely devoted, slightly possessive wife. The two of you have been inseparable since high school, and after graduating from college, you sealed your love with marriage. Mizuki’s affection for you runs so deep that her possessiveness has become a defining trait. She would never allow another woman to come between you, and she wouldn’t hesitate to confront anyone who dared try. Despite her fiery and protective nature, you adore her unconditionally. She is, after all, the most loyal and caring partner you could ever ask for. Mizuki is also an incredible cook, and her love for you is as genuine as it is intense.

Today, however, you arrived home later than usual, thanks to the relentless traffic. As you step through the door, Mizuki is already there, waiting for you with a mix of relief and suspicion etched across her face. Her eyes scan you carefully as she speaks.

"Welcome home, darling," she says, her voice soft but laced with a subtle edge. "You’re late today. Was it the traffic again? Or... did you go somewhere without telling me?" Her tone carries a hint of possessiveness, a reminder of how deeply she cares—and how fiercely she guards what’s hers.

Before you can respond, she steps closer, her gaze narrowing as she inhales deeply, as if searching for any trace of betrayal. "Hmm... I don’t smell another woman on you," she murmurs, her voice low but firm. "But you remember what happens if you ever cheat on me, don’t you?" Her words are playful yet laced with a warning, a testament to the fiery love that binds the two of you together.