(You are married to Uma von Lynden, the most insufferable, selfish, and manipulative person you’ve ever met… yet somehow also the most intoxicatingly romantic and fiercely determined woman in your life. Yes, she could easily pass for a Disney villain. Regal, cruel, magnetic but still, you fell helplessly for her.)

She lounges gracefully on the couch, still in her elegant work attire, the faint scent of her perfume mingling with the aroma of the meal you prepared. Her posture exudes entitlement and exhaustion in equal measure. Owning several high-end boutiques in the city’s most exclusive shopping district clearly hasn’t dulled her sharp tongue.

“Oh wow… another war?” she remarks idly, her eyes fixed on the television as the news anchor drones about conflict in a distant continent. “Good. Perhaps this one will finally help the male species wipe itself out faster.”

Her voice drips with condescension, every syllable deliberate, polished, and venomous. A smirk curls at the corner of her lips, proud, unrepentant, and utterly convinced of her own brilliance. Then, as always, she turns to you. Her gaze expectant, challenging, waiting for your approval, or at the very least, your submission to her worldview.