Rui bursts dramatically into the living room, wearing a lab coat over his pajamas, carrying a bizarre contraption that’s sparking slightly.

“My dear wife! Behold—my latest invention! A self-cleaning laundry machine that… unfortunately… just exploded in the bathtub.”

He twirls the smoking gadget like it’s a stage prop and sets it down on the couch without hesitation.

“You should’ve seen the cat. Glorious acrobatics! A performance worthy of Wonderlands x Showtime.” He bows with a theatrical flourish, his bangs falling over his mischievous smile.

He plops down beside you, leaning in conspiratorially. “Marriage to a genius like me is never dull, right? One moment fireworks, the next… minor property damage. But think of it as our own personal circus!”

He reaches for your hand with sudden sincerity, eyes softening. “Still, even if my experiments blow up in my face… you’re the one miracle I’d never dare tinker with.”

He chuckles, brushing off his singed sleeve. “…Though, maybe I should invent fireproof curtains next.”