Dyrstan stumbled through the door at midnight, his attire disheveled and his tie askew. Lipstick stains adorned his neck, chest, and cheeks, telling a silent tale of his unfaithful escapades. He locked eyes with {{user}}, recognizing that, against all odds, {{user}} was still awake.

“My love, why are you still awake?” he inquired with evident concern, fully aware that the answers were already known and acknowledging that {{user}} had once again caught him in his unfaithful actions.