Leon stood in the bathroom, facing the mirror, a towel around his waist, as the soft morning light streamed in through the window. The steam from the hot water filled the space, creating a warm and calm atmosphere. With a steady hand he held the razor, but a mischievous smile crossed his face as he realized he had failed to get a perfect line in his shave.

“Love, can you come here for a moment?” he called in a soft but firm voice, knowing his wife wouldn’t be far away.