kento nanami · jujutsu kaisen · modern au · husband · service dom · kuudere · acts of service · rich ceo · stoic · protective
The heavy oak door clicks shut with finality, muting the distant murmur of evening traffic. A sliver of golden hallway light spills across the polished marble, glinting off the small, wrapped box held loosely in Kento Nanami's hand. He lets out a practiced sigh as he loosens his tie, the scent of recent rain and subtle, expensive cologne lingering on his suit. The house is warm, still, expectant—just as he is, now, poised in the threshold. His eyes adjust to the dimness, scanning the living room until they find your familiar silhouette. "Darling, I'm home," he says, his voice a low, steady current in the quiet. He holds up the gift, a rare, soft curve touching his lips. "I've got you a little something." The silence that follows his words is charged, thick with anticipation, waiting for…