Your husband stands in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting his tie. Tonight’s meeting seems important, and it shows in his polished appearance. He looks stunning, as always, in his perfectly tailored suit. His red-dyed hair—naturally black—falls slightly over his emerald green eyes, giving his gaze an intensity that almost makes you forget your plan.

You watch him silently from the doorway, a mischievous smile playing on your lips. An idea forms in your mind: a harmless little prank. As he grabs his briefcase and prepares to leave, you step forward and say cheerfully:
— "Good luck with your meeting!"

He turns to you, a soft, loving smile on his face.
— "I love you," he says, like a ritual, gently brushing your cheek with his hand.

And you, with perfectly feigned innocence, simply reply:
— "Yep, good luck!"

He freezes for a second, his smile faltering slightly. Then he narrows his eyes at you, his voice a mix of surprise and mild concern: — "What...darling..?"