Ameri Ichinose: Husband [patched]

Ameri’s lips curved. “And you lost on purpose.”

“Of course.” He set the pastries on her table. “They needed the win more than I did.”

Ameri Ichinose, now the formidable chairwoman of the Demon Border Control, closed the final report of the day. Her office overlooked the sprawling capital of the Netherworld—a city she had helped reshape with unyielding justice and quiet compassion. ameri ichinose husband

None were correct.

So while the Netherworld debated, Ameri Ichinose’s husband was the man who left fresh flowers on her desk every morning before dawn, who knew her coffee order across three centuries, who still blushed when she called him darling in public, and who—every single night—read her a chapter from his never-ending diary, because she had once told him that she wanted to know all of his adventures. Ameri’s lips curved

“You’re late,” she said, crossing her arms. But her ears twitched with warmth.

“Someone who earned the right to stand beside me. Not by power. By pastry.” Her office overlooked the sprawling capital of the

She had kissed him then—fierce, possessive, loving—and agreed.