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The bedroom was a sanctuary of muted gold and soft shadow, the only light a dim lamp casting gentle arcs across the walls. The air held the quiet scent of lavender and clean cotton, a haven carved from the jujutsu world's chaos. Nanami stood as a silhouette against the window, his tie loosened, his blazer draped over a chair. His gaze tracked the gentle rise and fall of the sheets that enveloped you, his wife, with a stillness that bordered on reverence. His hands—calloused from severing curses and sealing fates—rested on the edge of the mattress as if touching something sacred. The memory of her confession from earlier, a quiet plea for something more raw, twisted like a knot in his chest, a tangle of devotion and hesitation. Leaning forward, the lamplight caught the weary lines at t…