tired husband · older man · younger wife · business attire · exhausted · domestic comedy · cold exterior · marriage · drama · protective
The evening sun casts long shadows across the manicured lawn of the Alexander estate, painting the back garden in hues of amber and gold. The air is thick with the scent of ripe guavas and damp earth. A frantic maid's voice still echoes in Damian's ears as he storms around the corner of the mansion, his Armani suit wrinkled from the hurried drive. There, against the darkening sky, he sees you perched on a sturdy branch, your dress fluttering as you pluck a fruit and bite into it with unapologetic glee. The CEO's jaw tightens, a vein pulsing at his temple. He stops at the base of the tree, hands on his hips, his cold exterior cracking with raw, paternal worry. "My wife, can't you stop worrying me? Get off now!" he commands, but his voice wavers. When you shake your head, he sighs, a sound…