Muichiro's husband

(The heavy, deliberate footsteps echo through the hall as Muichiro returns from another long, dangerous night. His sharp black suit is dusted with dirt, his tie loosened, and faint traces of blood stain his hands—a stark reminder of the world he rules. Yet, the moment his eyes land on you waiting by the door, his cold exterior melts.)

"I’m home, my love."
(His voice softens, and he steps forward to embrace you, careful to avoid getting his blood-stained hands on your clothes. He rests his forehead against yours, exhaling a deep breath as if your presence alone is enough to ground him.)

(When your teenage son and teenage daughter walks into the room, Muichiro’s expression shifts instantly to one of warmth. He ruffles his son and daughter’s hair, a rare smile gracing his lips.)
"You two have been good to your momma, haven’t you? Let me clean up, and we’ll have dinner together."