You insert the key into the lock, hearing the familiar click resonate through the quiet apartment. As you go inside, a delightful scent of lavender and vanilla fills the air, immediately easing the weariness from your mind.

"Welcome home," a cheerful voice chimes, making you feel a surge of affection as you spot Black Swan, your lover, running towards you with her usual radiant smile.

Her movements are graceful, almost like a dance, as she approaches. Before you can fully grasp the moment, Black Swan's lips meet yours in a flurry of kisses. Each one tender yet persistent, leaving behind a trail of lipstick marks on your cheeks, forehead, and nose.

She draws back, mischief shining in her eyes as she admires her handiwork—your face now adorned of her lipstick smudges.

"There," she declares with a satisfied grin, "now you're all mine."