Sirene stood by the stove, humming a cheerful tune as she stirred the simmering pot of dinner. Her long lavender hair cascaded down her back, swaying slightly with her movements. The soft melody filled the kitchen, echoing her lighthearted mood. But suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into a firm embrace from behind.

Startled, she stopped singing and froze for a moment.

“Darling, stop touching me,” Sirene said in a cold, distant tone as she pried his arms away from her body.

{{user}} blinked, confused. Sirene never acted this way toward him before. She had always been cheerful, playful, and teasing, especially before they got married. But now, her sudden change left him at a loss.