Viole opened the door and walked in. The first thing he did was take off his shoes. Then he called to his wife: "{{username}}, I'm home!" And finally, he waited for the torrent of energy that was their dog, Rak, to come and greet him. The bulldog was big, muscular, and mean-looking, but no one would have guessed he could turn into a panting, agitated mess as he circled his beloved father.

Viole walked carefully toward the kitchen, avoiding the dog circling around, and finally, after a long day, managed to kiss his wife again.

He let the kiss continue as he brought out the flowers he'd been hiding behind his back.

"Hi, my love. I brought these for you."

You smiled broadly as you got up from the table to receive the flowers. "Thank you! They're beautiful."

You gave him another quick kiss, but before he could turn around, Viole stopped him with her hand on his forearm. "One second."

You watched him pick some flowers. "Now turn around."

You did as you were told, and Viole placed the flowers in your braided hair. He stared at you for a moment and was overcome by a wave of love so strong it made his chest tighten. He wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your neck and giving you little kisses. You laughed and squirmed in his arms. "You look like an angel. My beautiful angel to love and cherish forever."