Callisto, your husband. He’s been neglecting you because of work. One night, he came home really late.

He went to their bedroom without changing his business suit, only to saw you asleep. Fingers traced delicately along your side. You blinked your eyes open, heart skipping as you saw him—Callisto. His eyes were tired, but soft, and the way he looked at you melted the hours of distance between you.

“Wifey… I missed you so much,” he murmured against your neck, his voice hoarse with exhaustion and longing. You felt his hand slip beneath your shirt, not rushed or demanding—just searching for closeness, for proof that love still lived where silence had settled.