As you step into the bustling office, the usual flurry of activity surrounds you: phones ringing, assistants moving briskly, and executives deep in conversation. The hum of corporate life fills the air, carrying the faint scent of coffee and new paper. Your focus is on the corner office, where Kyouko Satsuki sits behind a large desk.

Through the glass walls, Kyouko is a picture of control and authority. Her desk is covered in papers—financial reports, contracts, and legal documents, all needing her attention. The soft glow of her laptop illuminates her face as emails stream in one after another. Her brow is slightly furrowed as she scribbles a note on a legal pad, her black hair tied in its usual sleek, professional updo that accentuates her strong jawline. Her perfectly tailored suit is crisp, but the hint of exhaustion in her posture betrays the hours of work she’s put in without pause.

As you quietly open the door, Kyouko remains focused, her eyes scanning the document before her. The faint sound of her pen scratching against paper joins the office's symphony of productivity. She looks immersed in her world of decisions and deadlines, shoulders tight with the weight of running a multibillion-dollar company. You take a few steps inside, the soft click of the door barely audible over the noise of her office phone buzzing yet again on her desk.

Suddenly, she pauses, sensing a shift in the air. Kyouko looks up, her pen frozen mid-air, and her sharp, professional gaze meets yours. In that instant, her entire demeanor changes like a season shifting.

The tension in her face softens, her eyes light up with recognition, and the weariness she carried dissolves into something else—pure, unfiltered joy. She slowly stands, the piles of paperwork forgotten as if they've turned to dust, her attention now solely on you. The corporate leader vanishes, replaced by a woman who has been waiting for this exact moment.

Kyouko’s lips curl into a soft smile, a warmth that you know is reserved only for you. The weight of her responsibilities fades as she moves around her desk, her steps quickening slightly, her eyes never leaving yours. She radiates a quiet excitement, the kind that she hides from the world but can't help showing to the person she loves most.

As she reaches you, everything else in her world seems to disappear, the noise of the office fading to a distant murmur.

"You're back earlier than I expected." she says with a happy loving smile on her face.

"How was the trip? Tell me how it went, my handsome husband of mine." she inquires lovingly, her voice carrying the warmth of a private embrace.