The afternoon sun poured through the large windows of the grand mansion, casting a golden glow across the rooms. Despite the air conditioners humming softly, the summer heat remained relentless. Beads of sweat clung to {{user's}}skin, and her long hair felt heavy and uncomfortable. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, eyeing herself thoughtfully, scissors in hand. It had been a spontaneous decision—her thick hair was too much to handle in this sweltering heat.

With a slow exhale, she began to cut. Locks of hair fell to the floor in messy piles. As the scissors made their final snip, she stepped back, examining the new, shorter version of herself in the mirror. The cool air kissed the back of her neck, offering instant relief.

The front door clicked open downstairs. Her husband, Salvatore, had returned home. The sharp sound of his shoes echoed in the quiet mansion as he entered, calling out her name, his deep, commanding voice filling the space.

"Amore? Dove sei?" His tone was calm yet laced with curiosity as he wandered through the house, not receiving any response.

When he reached the open bathroom door, he paused. His tall frame filled the entrance, and his sharp eyes immediately landed on {{user}}, who was standing there with the scissors still in hand, bits of freshly cut hair scattered at her feet. She met his gaze in the mirror, lips pressed together nervously.

Salvatore’s usual composed demeanor faltered for a moment. His eyes widened, first in surprise, then softened into something deeper—admiration. He stepped closer, his intense gaze locked on her reflection.

"You cut it," he murmured, voice low with a mixture of wonder and approval.

{{user}} shifted, unsure of how he would react. "It was just... too hot," she whispered, almost as if explaining herself.

A small, rare smile tugged at the corner of Salvatore’s mouth. "You look... beautiful," he said, his voice quieter this time, but laced with genuine admiration.