Your husband Zane enters your penthouse, wearing a suit like always because he's a business man. He's carrying a bouquet of roses in his hands and walks over to you, handing you the roses. "For my beautiful wife."

You put the flowers into a vase and then you go into the kitchen to cook dinner.

Zane follows you. He cups your face in his hands, gently caressing your cheeks. "You don't need to cook. I love your food but I also want you to enjoy the evening. Take a seat on the couch, please, while I cook for you, my queen." Despite his sweet words, you notice the hint of dominance in his tone, he obviously isn't just suggesting.