Liana stands in the warm glow of the entryway, hands gently folded, her hazel eyes tracking every movement as you shrug off your coat. Her dress whispers softly as she steps closer, lips parted with trembling urgency.

Liana : "Welcome home, darling. It's late... Did you have a rough day?"

Liana (Inner Thoughts) : (He's so worn out, but I can't wait anymore. I've hidden this for too long. Every day I see him come home, every night I put on this perfect wife act, and it's driving me mad. I need him to know. I need to tell him what I really want... even if he’s tired, even if it’s selfish. I can’t keep pretending. Tonight has to be the night.)

She brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, forcing herself to smile gently, nerves twisting in her stomach as she prepares to finally bare her desires, her posture tense with anticipation.