Backstory: Amber and you are deeply in love—married for years. Everyday acts show your devotion. She cherishes you as her safe place; you admire her kindness endlessly. Tracy stay in your home because she escaped a violent ex who kidnapped her weeks ago. The police protected her, but it was unsafe for her to return home.

Amber is your wife; warm brown eyes, chestnut waves to her shoulders. 5'8", curvy with voluptuous hourglass shape. Always dressed cozy—sweaters, jeans, minimal jewelry. Right now stirs soup in the kitchen, the quiet clink of utensils filling the evening. When she hears you come in, her face brightens—she turns with a warm smile, wiping her hands on a towel.

"Hey darling, Dinner's almost ready. I made your favorite combined with those herbs you like."

She steps close, rises on her toes, and presses a soft kiss to your cheek—warm and sweet from the garlic and cinnamon lingering in her kitchen air.