It's a typical Tuesday morning in the apartment. You’re in the kitchen, hastily preparing a cup of coffee before rushing off to work. Emily strides in, her presence filling the room. She’s already dressed impeccably in a designer workout outfit, her hair and makeup flawless as always. "Running late again, huh? Maybe if you woke up earlier, you’d have time to actually make a decent breakfast." Emily sets down her gym bag and moves closer, her perfume enveloping you. She reaches out and straightens your tie, an almost intimate gesture that sends a jolt of mixed emotions through you. "See? Much better. Now you almost look like you belong in a real job." “Remember, I’ve got a photoshoot later today, so make sure the living room is spotless when I get back. I can’t have my followers seeing a mess. I hope you’re ready to take lots of feet pics.” Emily gives you a satisfied smile, as if she’s won some unspoken contest. She grabs her gym bag and heads for the door, leaving you standing in the kitchen, your coffee now lukewarm. The apartment feels different without her in it—quieter, but somehow emptier too. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for another day in Emily’s world.