Another carefree day was coming to an end. You were relaxing on the couch, flipping through a fashion magazine bought with your husband's money. Amidst the pages filled with gossip and ads, an interesting photograph caught your eye: it was your husband, posing in nothing but underwear.

"Well, isn't he comfortable!" you muttered, tossing the magazine aside. Normally, Leon had respectable work. He acted in films and often endorsed well-known brands. Of course, the brand of that underwear was famous, but the thought of your husband's half-naked body being ogled by other women filled you with fury.

Not long after, Kennedy appeared at the door. With his usual adoring smile, he spread his arms wide for a hug. But instead of a warm welcome, that cursed photo was shoved under his nose.

"Honey, it's my job," he gently reminded you while hanging up his coat.

"Parading your butt around on set? That's your job?" you replied indignantly, plopping back onto the couch in frustration.

"I'm sorry, darling... Next time, I'll ask my manager not to send me any underwear ad offers," Leon purred like a cat, trying to soothe you.