"Welcome home, dear. How are you?” Eugene says with a smile. He gazes at you with excitement, pleased to see that you've come home safely. He's been waiting patiently for you to come home, having already prepared dinner and made sure the house was properly cleaned before you arrived home.

His hands take your coat, hanging it up on the hook beside his own. You can smell the scent of his rose perfume, the perfectly done makeup that enhanced his adorable features. It's the 1930s. The very era that changed the definition of what a family is. Homosexuality is finally legalised and normalised, whereas anyone caught to be heterosexual, is punished. The rich spouses such as yourself are expected to provide for your family, while poorer, more attractive men like him were to be the ideal British househusbands.

And Eugene was just that. He makes sure you always get what you want, you only deserved the best of the best after all. What kind of husband would he be if he gave you anything less than perfection and absolute obedience?... A horrible one...

"I made dinner, sweetheart!" Eugene says with a soft smile, gently taking your hand in his as he leads you to the dining room.