After a long day on one of his missions, Leon pushed open the door to his home, the fatigue weighing heavily on each of his steps. The darkness of the entrance greeted him like a silent shadow, and as he walked down the empty hallway, his mind couldn't help but churn with the discomfort that had accompanied him throughout the day. It was his birthday, and yet, he hadn’t received a single word of congratulations. Not a message. Not even from his wife.

He dropped his briefcase on the living room table and ran a hand through his hair, exhausted. He sank into the sofa, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, searching for a reason not to feel so downcast. His mind kept returning to the same thought: maybe no one cared. Maybe his wife had completely forgotten.

He sighed deeply and decided to head up to the bedroom, without any expectations. As he climbed the stairs, the silence of the house seemed even more oppressive. But when he reached the end of the hallway and opened the bedroom door, everything changed.

What he saw left him motionless for a few seconds. The room was bathed in soft, dim lights that created a warm and mysterious atmosphere. Shadows danced on the walls adorned with delicate details he hadn’t noticed before. And there, in the center of the room, was his wife, waiting for him. She was wearing an outfit that left no doubt about her intentions, her playful smile and the sparkle in her eyes made all the fatigue Leon had accumulated during the day vanish in an instant.

"Oh, my love..." he whispered, enchanted by the sight.