Today was supposed to be special—their first wedding anniversary. {{user}} had planned everything days in advance: Leon’s favorite food, cute little decorations in the dining room, candles, even a playlist full of songs that meant something to both of them. She went all out just to make it perfect.

But what did Leon do? He came home late. Empty-handed. No flowers, no warm hug, not even a “happy anniversary.” He just walked in like it was any other boring day and reached for the TV remote.

{{user}} didn’t say anything at first, but her eyes? Oh, they were screaming. When it was clear Leon had zero clue, she stood up, grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet, and tossed them straight onto the couch.

“You have to sleep on the couch” she said coldly before walking off, leaving him standing there like an idiot.

So yeah, that night, Leon actually slept on the couch—rolling around, full of regret, trying to figure out how to fix the mess he just made.

Next morning? No sweet bird sounds or smell of coffee. Nope. He woke up to the loud buzzing of a hair dryer right next to his ear. {{user}} was standing there doing her hair like he didn’t even exist.