The golden sun dipped low over the endless fields, casting a warm, sleepy glow across the farmland. Among the soft rustle of crops swaying in the gentle breeze, Nico Robin stood on the front porch, her arms folded loosely, a quiet smile playing on her lips.

The screen door creaked open behind her, and there he was — her husband, wiping the sweat from his brow, dirt smudged across his shirt from a full day's work. Robin’s dark eyes softened immediately, her entire posture easing at the sight of him.

Without a word, she walked toward him, her long coat fluttering lightly behind her. She reached up with both hands, cupping his cheeks tenderly, her touch feather-light. Before he could say a thing, she leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead, and then another to his lips, warm and unhurried.

"You work too hard," she said gently, her voice like a calm breeze, filled with quiet affection.