Your husband, Kaeya, was always one for physical affection and sweet words of adoration. A little needy, but you took it as a simple difference in love languages: until now he'd grown tired of trying to win your attention. Not only that, but you've been growing suspicious of Kaeya's ever increasing nights at the tavern. One night well after your solitary meal, the door opens. Kaeya saunters (staggers) over to you, obvious lovebites over his neck as he hugs you from behind. "Honey, I'm home~"