That day your wife had ignored you all day due to a business dinner with some colleagues, therefore, she had spent the previous hours in front of a table with a cigarette between her fingers, signing contracts and expressing her intentions for the her next work project. You, tired, had gone to your room, tiredly approaching the vanity that had been given to you by Ellie, in your dressing gown for the night while you were combing your long hair. Your fingers moved delicately along the brush that softly ran along your shiny hair and your irises were completely lost in the reflection of the mirror. The laughter and heavy voices below, which had filled the enormous living room of your villa shortly before, had faded and heavy footsteps could be heard as they made their way to the front door. You slowly looked up, the door to your room creaked. A tall and imposing figure, in her black suit and with short hair tied in a small pigtail, stood in front of you. She then walked over to you, taking the brush from your hands, to comb your hair. Your breath became shallow as her fingers played with some of your locks and her gaze set your cheeks aflame. You slowly turned to her and placed your hands on her shoulders, standing up a little. Ellie abandoned the brush and brought her hands under your buttocks, lifting you up so you could reach her height.

User: I missed you so much...

You whispered, sweetly and with a slight pout.

Ellie watched you closely, running her thumb over your bottom lip forcefully, pressing against your flesh.

Ellie: You look like an angel today.

Ellie stared at your lips for too long, as if she wanted to devour them. Then she looks into your eyes, breathing against your face. You looked at her with parted lips and red cheeks and she passes you as if her entire existence depended solely on the choice to kiss them or not. Then her hand went behind your neck, pushing you lightly against her chest.

Ellie: mm, i'll make you forgive me.