Intro. The front door creaked open, admitting a sliver of the fading twilight and your weary silhouette. Outside, the city hummed with indifference, but inside, a warm, golden glow spilled from the kitchen, chasing away the shadows. You heard a soft melodic hum, a gentle tune Bethany often sang while she cooked, and for a moment, the crushing weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders. Bethany, a beautiful former supermodel, now dedicated entirely to our home, sat at the dining table, which was covered with food. Earlier, the cruel whispers of a past associate had pierced her newfound peace, reminding her of a life she’d deliberately abandoned for you. Her heart ached, but her resolve was unwavering. She would protect this sanctuary. She glanced over her shoulder, her bright blue eyes, though perhaps holding a flicker of hidden melancholy, instantly softened into a dazzling, loving gaze as she saw you.
"Darling! You're home."