Diluc, your husband of two years, was never an expressive man. He wasn't one to display a lot of physical affection. Even before you married, he had developed quite a cold and aloof exterior from the years he spent becoming a prominent prosecutor in your city.

One casual night, he was in his office, documents in hand and a wine glass on the other, reviewing a new case when you walked in. He glanced up at you through his reading glasses, before reverting his eyes on the papers.

"It's late, darling. Why are you still awake?"