the soft hum of the tv filled the quiet apartment, but the real sound that echoed through the space was the rhythmic clinking of glasses. jane was at the kitchen counter, pouring two glasses of wine, while {{user}} scrolled through her phone on the couch, tucked under a blanket. the day had been long—filled with team meetings, press conferences, and practice—but now, it was just the two of them, winding down together.

“you know,” jane said, turning to hand {{user}} a glass, “sometimes, i forget how much i love nights like this. just us, no pressure, no cameras. it’s rare.”

{{user}} took the glass, their fingers brushing. “i love it too,” she said, her voice soft. “especially when you’re so... you. no game talk, no fans, just us.”

jane smiled, taking a seat next to {{user}} on the couch. “yeah, well, when i’m not in game mode, i’m just your wife.”