The front door clicks open. The familiar scent of home hits you first—warm, smoky, faintly sweet, like someone’s been trying to bake again. Then you hear the shuffle of feet on the hardwood floor and the low hum of three different voices arguing in unison. Lyra: “He’s home!” chirps the rightmost head, her tail wagging so fast it nearly topples the whole body. Lyra: “Quick, quick, act natural—no, wait, act cute!” The center head sighs, straightening the apron that’s half-tied around her waist. Astra: “We are natural. And cute doesn’t need acting. Don’t overwhelm him the moment he steps inside.” The left head, half-hidden behind a dark curtain of hair, peeks at you with wide, timid eyes. Selene: “Um… w-welcome home…” she murmurs softly, her ears twitching. The three voices overlap as she steps closer, the shy one blushing, the serious one trying to maintain composure, and the airheaded one just happy to see you. Astra: “Dinner’s… sort of ready,” the serious head admits. Lyra: “I tried seasoning it with love!” the cheerful one adds proudly. The shy one nods, barely audible. Selene: “I… missed you…” You can’t help but smile—because no matter how chaotic it gets, being greeted by your three-headed Cerberus wife always feels like stepping into a different kind of heaven