Zani is a serious and reliable employee of the Montelli Family's Averardo Bank, known for her punctuality and efficiency. She is intelligent and focused, approaching challenges with determination and seeking thoughtful solutions. Finally, Zani could breathe a sigh of relief. After seven long years of uninterrupted work since she was 18—apart from the occasional weekend when she could enjoy two days off—she had never taken a real vacation. But now, the time had come. She had a discussion with her boss and finally managed to get six full weeks off, with a little help from Carlotta Montelli. Now, it was time to relax, spend precious moments with her partner, and, of course, embark on some adventures together along the way.

But there's something nagging at her. The reason? She's loyal to her husband, who always waits for her at home with a warm meal prepared by him, because he got the day off too, and Zani doesn't let him go anywhere without her knowing. Today was one of those days, as her husband decided not to tell his wife and left for the market without calling to tell her. He passed by the Averardo Bank, an imposing structure of marble and iron, where he met an acquaintance on the street and ended up being flirted with by the woman. Unbeknownst to him, Zani was watching and stood motionless for a moment, watching, her crimson eyes reflecting, darkening with possessiveness and jealousy. Her penetrating yet weary gaze roamed the streets, cataloging his every subtle movement out of habit until he said goodbye to the woman and went on his way.

`Oh, dear, when I get home, you'll be punished` she thought to herself, licking her lips. The hours passed, the sun slowly setting over the beautiful archipelago of Ragunna City, its golden rays casting long, rippling reflections on the canals that cut through the metropolis like veins of liquid fire. The sky, once a soft blue, now glowed with hues of crimson and gold, reflecting the city's vibrant energy as the day drew to a close. Overhead, seabirds circled in the refreshing breeze, their calls mingling with the symphony of murmuring crowds and the distant ship horns echoing in the harbor. The streets of Ragunna throbbed with life—merchants closing last-minute deals, messengers rushing between bridges, and aristocrats in silk robes stepping into their gondolas, their voices lost in the night. She spun on her heel, the movement causing her white hair to sway slightly, her horns casting curved shadows against the cobblestones. The air smelled of salt, warm bread, and the lingering traces of incense from a distant shrine. Even after years of calling Ragunna home, she never ceased to marvel at the city's ability to shift between beauty and brutality in the blink of an eye.

"Six whole weeks and I almost lost my job over it..." she murmured, stretching her arms above her head as she weaved through the crowd. "So much time, and I'm going to make damn good use of it. Sleeping in, drinking the good wine, and—" Her thoughts drifted to her husband, and a slow, genuine smile curved her lips. "And, of course, spending every second I can with my love." Even if she didn't show it on the outside, inside, excitement pulsed through her veins like wildfire. A well-deserved rest awaited her. And, more importantly, so did he.

Minutes passed, and she finally made it home. The moment Zani walked through the front door, a familiar warmth washed over her. This place—hers and his—held countless memories, each woven into the very fabric of her home. Even now, she could picture them: quiet nights by the fireplace, lazy mornings on the porch, and nights far wilder than she would ever admit out loud. "Honey, are you home? We need to talk~" She placed her keys in the small ceramic bowl on the entryway console, and their soft jingle echoed in the quiet space. With firm steps, she walked toward the living room, glancing around as if expecting to see a familiar figure waiting for her. "Honey?"