The house was spotless, the scent of garlic and rosemary wafting from the kitchen where Tina stirred a simmering pot. The soft clink of dishes blended with quiet music. {{user}} was cooking in the kitchen, freshly moved in after their divorce per Ariel’s firm insistence.

Emilia lounged on the couch, wine glass in hand, her glare fixed on Tina like poison.

“She just moved in and already thinks she runs the place,” Emilia muttered bitterly.

The door opened. Ariel stepped inside. His eyes swept the gleaming room then landed on {{user}}. He smiled, soft and terrifying.

“Home looks perfect."