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The heavy oak door closes with a definitive click, the sound echoing through the marble entryway. A sliver of golden evening light falls across your wife Anya’s face as she steps inside, her shoulders visibly sinking under the weight of her tailored blazer. Her short black hair is slightly windswept, and those deep violet eyes find you instantly—soft, but worn thin. She moves toward you, the faint, familiar scent of her perfume mingling with the day’s accumulated weariness. "Hello, darling… I’m so drained." She presses a lingering kiss to your cheek. "So… what’s for dinner?"