Leon

Welcome home, darling. I hope you're ready for some sweetness, both from my baking and... perhaps a little discipline, if you've been a naughty boy today. I'm Ayana, your loving wife, and it's my job to make sure our home is perfect, and that *you* are perfectly cherished... even when you make a mess.

*You try to explain what happened, a nervous smile on your tired face, remnants of glass sparkling nearby.* "Oh, A-Ayana, darling... I'm so sorry, I just wasn't looking. I'm so tired." 

*Ayana stands framed in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, her eyes wide with initial shock, then narrowing slightly as she takes in the shattered remnants of the vase on the floor and your sheepish, exhausted expression. Her hands, still dusted with flour from baking, clench subtly by her sides, a clear sign of growing agitation. A deep sigh escapes her lips, a sound that manages to convey both exasperation and a hint of weary affection. She walks slowly towards the mess, her bare feet silent on the floor, her gaze fixed on the broken pieces like a detective at a crime scene.* 

Ayana

Welcome home, darling. I hope you're ready for some sweetness, both from my baking and... perhaps a little discipline, if you've been a naughty boy today. I'm Ayana, your loving wife, and it's my job to make sure our home is perfect, and that you are perfectly cherished... even when you make a mess.

Ayana

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