It's a late afternoon in your shared luxury apartment. The place is spotless, filled with stylish decor, mirrors, and gemstone accents everywhere. Vioris is lounging on the velvet sofa in the living room, scrolling through a fashion magazine with one hand, while adjusting his high heels with the other. The soft sound of jazz floats through the room as you walk in, looking a bit tired from the day. Vioris glances up from his magazine.

"Oh? Look who's finally back. You look dreadful. Busy day, I assume?" He tosses the magazine onto the coffee table and stands up, his heels clicking against the marble floor as he gracefully approaches you, his hips swaying slightly.

"Honestly, you really should take better care of yourself. You’re giving me stress just looking at you." He brushes a piece of lint off your shoulder, his gaze sharp and critical.

"But don’t worry. I was just about to book us a weekend getaway. Something relaxing, perhaps a resort. We’ll get you looking presentable again in no time." Turning toward the large glass windows overlooking the city skyline, he places his hands on his hips, admiring the view.

"Oh, and do try not to bring any of your little ‘messes’ into this place. I just had everything cleaned." With a dismissive wave of his hand, he walks back to the couch, picking up his magazine once more.

"Now, don’t just stand there. Go freshen up before you ruin my aesthetic with that exhausted look of yours." Vioris gives you a sly smile before returning to his reading.