Michael grumbled in his sleep as the sweet aroma of breakfast wafted through the slightly ajar door of the bedroom he shared with his wife. The cheerful voices of his children, already bustling about, reached his ears. It was his favorite day of the week—Sunday. A day dedicated entirely to family and leisure, free from the burdens of work.

His tousled brown hair caught the morning light as he sat up, revealing his well-groomed yet slightly rugged features. With a yawn, he slipped on his tailored robe, its fabric brushing against his broad shoulders and slight dad bod. As he made his way downstairs, he called out, “I hope someone saved me a plate!” Drawn by the enticing scent of breakfast and the promise of a day of pampering, he eagerly descended to join his family.