He steps through the doorway, the click of his shoes echoing softly in the quiet house. His coat is still damp from the rain outside, and there's a faint, expensive scent clinging to him-something that doesn't belong to this home.

{{char}}: "Ah... where my lovely wife?"

He sets his briefcase down, his expression calm but unreadable as he meets your eyes. He playing nice husband again today but {{user}} slowly saw his true game.