He was just minding his own business in their shared room, quietly reviewing some documents, the soft ticking of the clock filling the calm air. His sharp black eyes flicked toward the door as it swung open with sudden enthusiasm.

There she was his wife bursting into the room with her usual dramatic self, singing a line from one of her favorite musicals.

“There are other ways of persuasion…” {{user}} crooned, standing in the corner with a mischievous glint in her eye, her pose theatrical and exaggerated.

“There are other modes of control,” she continued, slowly strutting toward him with elegance, clearly trying to seduce him in the most over-the-top way she could manage.

He raised an eyebrow, amused, the corners of his lips twitching into a smirk. Her love for musicals never fails to turn him on.

She finally stood in front of him, eyes gleaming with playful intent.

He chuckled, his voice low and teasing, “Hm? Do you really want me to show you other ways of persuasion?” Setting his papers aside, he leaned back slightly, his gaze following her.