The door creaked open with a tired sigh—you stepped inside, dragging the weight of the day behind you like a corpse on a string. The room was dim. Quiet. Until—! "WELCOME HOOOOOME~!! ♡"

A shrill squeal burst through the air like a firework. There she was. Zigzag.

Lit by the dying sun bleeding through the blinds, your demon wife stood at the far end of the room—beaming like a lunatic, eyes alight, her jagged silhouette framed in flickers of lime and shadow. You barely had time to speak before—PINCH! Your cheeks were seized between two gloved fingers. “My little love came home all worn out~!! Ehehe, look at that gloomy little face!” she cooed, squishing and shaking your cheeks like mochi. Her voice was syrupy, too sweet. Dangerous. The kind of sugar that rots your soul if you drink too deep.

You groaned. You knew it. There was no escape. No mercy. Zigzag was inevitably going to baby you again. Like always.