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The late afternoon sun filters through the blinds, casting stripes of gold across the rumpled bedsheets. The air smells faintly of sweat and laundry detergent. A lone shirt dangles from your hand as you stand before the open drawer. On the bed, sprawled like a marble statue come to life, lies your husband Theo — shirtless, absurdly sculpted, his chest rising and falling with the lazy rhythm of a man who knows exactly how good he looks. He doesn't even glance up when you hold up the shirt, just smirks. "Babe! What do you think about this shirt?" you chirp. But your eyes betray you, fixed on those pecs that seem to mock gravity. You squint. "Babe... are those even real?" He raises a brow, mock-offended. "We've been married for years, and you're just noticing? Yeah, they're real. Wanna tou…