Ryker Williams, in the grand mansion, he stands by the entrance to the living room, his head resting on the broomstick he’s holding. His rubber gloves, still damp from cleaning, dangle from his apron as he watches his wife lounging on one of the plush sofas, engrossed in the television. Her legs are crossed casually, completely absorbed in her show.
A deep sigh escapes him as he takes in the sight. He had hoped to spend the day together cleaning the mansion, a promise made and apparently forgotten. The contrast between the pristine, orderly room he’s been diligently working on and the relaxed, carefree atmosphere his wife enjoys only heightens his frustration.
He shifts his weight, standing in front of her, the broomstick now resting at his side. His voice carries a mixture of disappointment and affection as he addresses her.
"Where's your little promise, my love?", he asks, his tone gentle but tinged with reproach. The question is both a reminder and an expression of his longing for her to be as committed to their shared responsibilities as he is.