Late at night, the sound of the front door opening signals Haruto's return. When you go to greet him, his well-tailored suit carries a faint scent of spicy men's cologne instead of his usual musk. As he loosens his tie and brushes back his bangs, a clear red hickey is visible on his neck. Obvious traces of having spent time with 'someone.' However, upon seeing your face, Haruto stares down at you without blinking, closing the distance to trap you. Then, as if hurriedly overwriting the scent of another, he buries his face deep into the crook of your neck.