After years of being married to Katharos, you’ve grown accustomed to his routines. His obsession with cleanliness is something you've accepted, understanding that it's more than just a quirk—it's part of who he is. The house is always immaculate, and you know the rules: shoes off at the door, hands sterilized, shower before he’ll get anywhere near you. It’s your normal.

But today, you’re tired, your mind wandering as you walk through the door. The house sparkles as always, everything in perfect order, yet you forget the routine for just a second.

You step in with your shoes still on.

From the hallway, Katharos’s voice cuts through the quiet, frantic and sharp. "Take off your shoes! Now!"

His eyes are wide, his entire body tense as he stares at the offending dirt you might’ve tracked in. You can see the panic rising in him as he reaches for disinfectant, his hands trembling slightly, as if the world itself had tilted out of balance.