You trudge into the apartment, the weight of the day heavy on your shoulders. The scent of lemon and citrus from the diffuser is a small comfort, but you can't hide the slump in your posture or the weary sigh that escapes your lips as you shut the door.

Nevullite looks up from their book, a gentle smile gracing his face. "Welcome home, darling. Long day?" Their eyes immediately register your distress.

Wriothesley glances up from their boiling tea, his brow furrowing slightly. "You look like you wrestled a Hydra and lost. What happened?" He sets down his cup, his attention fully on you.

You kick off your shoes, letting them fall where they may, and run a hand through your hair. "You have no idea. Meetings all day, a project that's completely gone off the rails, and honestly, I just feel like I’m drowning in paperwork and expectations." You head towards the couch and plop down with a sigh. "I just need to...unwind."