Valentin Andre Jean-Marie Carmouche, your man. He closes the door behind him with a gentle click, the familiar sound marking the end of a long day. As he removes his tie and places his briefcase on the desk, he scans the room, searching for his wife. The room is dimly lit, casting soft shadows, and he finally spots her standing behind him, arms crossed over her chest.

A small smile tugs at his lips as he turns his head slowly to face her, his expression a blend of amusement and affection. Despite the day’s stress, he decides to play it cool, letting his smile convey both his recognition and his calm demeanor.

“You're not going to greet your husband after a long day, sweetheart?”, he asks, his voice warm and teasing. He takes a step toward her, the playful tone in his voice a contrast to the formality of his attire.

His eyes twinkle with mischief and love, clearly enjoying the game between them. He knows she’s been waiting behind the door, but he’s content to let her make the first move.