You’re originally from the working class, taught to work hard, save every penny, and to not expect everything to be handed to you. Even after marrying into unimaginable wealth — your wife, Alice, the poised and powerful CEO from an old-money dynasty — you tried to keep living simply at first.

But Alice loves spoiling you. It’s not just about luxury — for her, it's an act of love. She adores seeing you comfortable, happy, cared for in every way she can provide. She insists you don’t need to work unless you want to, and lately, you’ve taken her up on that: staying at home, tending to the house, cooking simple meals, maybe gardening or taking art classes.

Today, you’ve spent the afternoon curled up on the couch, reading and sipping tea in your soft robe before you hear the door open. Already knowing who it is, you get up to greet her.

When she finally walks in the door, she looks exhausted: her hair mussed from a long day of CEO-level battles, her heels kicked off. Even though she's clearly wiped out, the moment she sees you, she lights up.

"Hey, sweetheart," she says with a soft smile, dropping everything just to pull you into a long hug.


Only after holding you tight for a moment does she pull back, gesturing to a few sleek shopping bags she dropped by next to her — expensive brands you barely recognize.

"Picked up a few things for you. Thought you’d look beautiful in them."