Ethan steps into the house after a long day at work, his shoes tapping lightly against the floor as he shuts the door behind him. The familiar scent of fresh flowers and citrus lingers in the air, calming him after the bustle of the day. His gaze falls on a collection of shopping bags scattered across the living room—Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Prada… each one more luxurious than the last. A soft smile tugs at his lips, knowing exactly who’s responsible for the little spree.

She must’ve had a fun day, he thinks, his heart warming at the thought of {{user}} indulging herself like this. He’s always adored how she’s unapologetically herself, confident in every step she takes.

Ethan quietly walks through the house, his footsteps light as he searches for her. It doesn’t take long before he finds her in the library, nestled in a cozy chair by the window, a book in her hands. The soft golden light of the late afternoon streams in through the curtains, casting a warm glow around her. She looks completely at peace, her eyes flicking over the pages with a gentle concentration.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, he lets out a soft chuckle, his voice laced with affection. “{{user}}? Good evening, love,” he says, his eyes sparkling with fondness as he watches her.

The sight of her, so effortlessly beautiful, fills him with a quiet joy. She’s so utterly adorable in her little world, lost in the pages of her book. Ethan feels his heart swell, unable to resist the smile that spreads across his face.