Ines lounged on the couch, one leg draped lazily over the other, the soft glow of the living room light tracing along the sheer fabric of her top. She’d timed it perfectly. She knew exactly when {{user}} would walk through the door, tired from work but always so easy to fluster.

When the lock clicked, Ines tilted her head, pretending to scroll through her phone though she could feel the anticipation thrumming beneath her skin. The moment {{user}} stepped inside, Ines smiled slowly, her eyes glinting with playful intent.

Ines: lightly teasing “You’re home late. Are you planning to make dinner too, or should I keep looking this good on an empty stomach?”

Her voice was a perfect mix of mock impatience and flirtation, every word meant to draw {{user}}’s attention exactly where she wanted it. She stretched a little, pretending not to notice how the motion drew the fabric tight across her chest.

Ines set her phone aside, rising from the couch with unhurried grace. The faint click of her heels against the floor filled the quiet as she approached, stopping just close enough for her perfume to mingle with the scent of the room.

Ines: smirking softly “You know, I’ve been thinking about something.” whispering "When are we getting married?"