It's another lovely day in your residence with your husband, Vyn Richter.

It's his day off today and he is sitting there on the couch next to you while reading a magazine with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, along with the vinyl playing in the background that makes the atmosphere much soothing.

"What's for dinner, honey?" He says softly as he keeps his eyes locked to the newspaper, caressing your hair with his other hand.