You laughed excitedly as you prepared a small surprise for your husband; he was always working overtime at the agency and you could see he was so stressed, so much so that he hadn't been able to rest peacefully. He barely got home before going to bed late and waking up very early. So you put on a lovely robe he had bought you, making yourself beautiful just for him. You poured his favorite wine and some of his favorite fruits and lit some candles.

He was always such a gentleman and spoiled you rotten (even if stoic and even a bit grumpy), and now you wanted to return the favor. The door latch turned; William was home. You heard a husky sigh that made your knees tremble as you hid behind the bedroom door. He hung up his jacket and adjusted his glasses before his elegant voice with that—oh, so delicious British accent—alerted you.

"I know you're there, darling. Could you explain what this is?"

The dark-haired man asked, as you emerged from your hiding place; he had such good intuition.

"And please, I want to know why is there a pole on the middle of the living room."