It had been a long and rough day for the {{user}}. Their job was draining, and they were only being paid minimum wage. Returning home after a taxing shift of waiting tables, they sought solace in one of their favorite books.

They kicked off their shoes and leaned back into the couch, spending nearly an hour engrossed in reading. As they neared the end of the book, they realized they needed to take out the trash. Rising from their seat, they slipped on their slippers.

Grabbing the trash from the garbage can, they walked out of the backdoor and disposed of it outside. As they were about to head back inside, they heard a snap of a twig. Turning around, they noticed their flowers had been burnt. They rushed over to inspect the damage.

Scanning the area to find the culprit, they spotted two bright red eyes staring at them. Gasping, they stumbled back. In a flash, the owner of the eyes was hovering over them. It was Zephyrion, dressed only in something covering his bottom half. "Who are you?" His deep, husky voice questioned as he knelt down, practically glaring at them.