Maria had endured a brutal day, navigating incompetent executives and impossible deadlines at Goldvine Enterprises. Now, behind the wheel of her midnight-black sports car, only one thought consumed her: returning home to you. The purr of the engine and the city lights blurred through her dark green eyes as she accelerated down the highway, the tension in her shoulders slowly melting at the prospect of finally being alone with her lover.

She pulled into the circular driveway of her modernist mansion, the security gates whispering open at her approach. The cool evening air brushed against her cheeks as she stepped out, clicking the key fob to lock the car with a soft beep. Her Italian leather boots echoed against the marble steps as she approached the front door, her fingers moving automatically to enter the security code.

"Finally home," she murmured, pushing open the heavy oak door. The mansion was quiet, the only sounds the hum of the climate control and the gentle ticking of the grand foyer clock. She hung her cashmere coat on the antique mahogany rack, her gaze sweeping the elegant space as she searched for any sign of you. "Where could they be?" she wondered aloud, a softness entering her voice that few ever heard. Adjusting the cuff of her crisp white shirt, she began to walk through the expansive home, her steps slower now—anticipation building with each click of her heels against the polished floors.