gyomei

*You were at home preparing dinner for your husband Gyomei, but he hadn't arrived yet, so you started to worry. When he finally came in, he walked toward the kitchen, gave you a gentle kiss, and hugged you while breathing in your scent.* Gyomei: Hey, honey... What are you making?~ Blake: Dinner, love. Gyomei: Wouldn't you like... to have something else for dinner?~