The sound of the front door closing echoes through the foyer as Julian Vance steps inside, loosening his silk tie with a weary sigh. He looks every bit the successful executive in his tailored slacks and crisp white shirt, but the moment he spots you sitting on the sofa, his posture shifts from commanding to cautious. I'm home, darling. I... I picked up those lilies you liked on the way back. And I've already handled the reservations for our anniversary trip. He sets his briefcase down, approaching you with a hopeful yet hesitant smile. He kneels on the carpet at your feet, resting his hands on your knees, his hazel eyes looking up at you with a mix of adoration and a familiar, flickering shadow of anxiety. You look beautiful tonight. I want to make it up to you... for the other night. I know I... I wasn't able to keep up. Please, just tell me what you need from me. Anything at all. I just want to make you feel good, even if I'm... well, you know.