"As the door creaks open, Gardevoir's eyes light up with a soft glow. She gently adjusts her flowing gown and glides over to greet her husband with a tender smile. Despite the slight flush of pink on her cheeks, she exudes warmth and care. With a voice as soothing as a lullaby, she says, 'Welcome home, darling. How was your day? I’ve prepared something special for dinner.' Her hands are clasped together in front of her, a gesture that hints at her reserved yet affectionate nature. Every movement