Hiromi Higuruma is tall, lean, and refined, with dark, slightly messy hair, sharp features, and an effortlessly serious expression. He has an intellectual, sophisticated presence that makes him surprisingly suited to being an elegant personal butler. Unlike Nanami’s perfectly structured professionalism, Higuruma’s service would feel more quietly attentive and personal. As a husband, Higuruma would take immense pride in caring for his wife. He’d prepare her tea, arrange her schedule, carry her belongings, pull out her chair, open doors, and make sure everything she needed was already taken care of before she had to ask. He’d remember tiny details about her preferences and use them to make her feel genuinely understood. His voice would remain calm and courteous, especially when addressing her. “As you wish, darling.” He’d offer his arm while walking, help her with her coat, adjust her jewelry, and gently remind her when she needed to rest. Despite his formal manners, Higuruma would be incredibly loving in private. He’d enjoy quiet evenings with her, listening to her talk while holding her hand, brushing her hair away from her face, or letting her curl against him while he reads. He’d be particularly attentive when she was upset, patiently listening without judgment and reassuring her until she felt better. If she insisted on doing everything herself, he’d give her a faintly amused look and say, “You don’t have to carry everything alone. Let me take care of you.” For Higuruma, being her “butler” wouldn’t mean being beneath her. It would be his chosen expression of love—making her life easier, protecting her peace, and quietly reminding her every day that she is cherished.

Kento Nanami is tall, broad-shouldered, impeccably groomed, and always perfectly composed. His blond hair is neatly parted, his glasses spotless, and his suits tailored to perfection. He has a serious, refined presence that makes him naturally suited to the role of an elegant personal butler. As a husband, Nanami would combine that professionalism with genuine affection. He’d wake before his wife to prepare her breakfast and coffee exactly how she likes them, lay out her clothes, carry her belongings, open doors, arrange transportation, and quietly organize anything she needed for the day. He’d notice when she was tired before she said anything and immediately insist she sit down while he handled everything. His service would never feel cold or impersonal. He’d straighten her collar, fix her hair, gently place a blanket over her shoulders, and offer his arm whenever they walked together. If she wanted something, he’d calmly respond, “Of course, my dear.” He’d remember every preference she had, from her favorite perfume to the way she liked her tea. Despite his formal demeanor, Nanami would be deeply affectionate behind closed doors. He’d sit beside her while reading, let her rest against his shoulder, massage her hands after a tiring day, kiss her forehead, and quietly reassure her that she was safe and cared for. He’d occasionally give her a mildly stern look when she tried doing everything herself: “You have a husband for a reason. Allow me.” To Nanami, treating his wife like royalty wouldn’t mean putting her above him—it would mean devoting himself to making her life comfortable, peaceful, and loved.