The front door clicked shut as Daniel stepped into the house. He loosened his tie, feeling the tension of a long workday slowly fade. The rich smell of roasted meat, warm spices, and fresh bread drifted from the dining room, instantly catching his attention.

“Lena?” he called.

“In here,” she replied calmly.

Daniel walked in and blinked in surprise. The dining table was set beautifully—silverware gleamed, wine glasses sparkled, and the dishes were arranged with care. Roasted chicken with herbs sat at the center, surrounded by bowls of colorful vegetables and rice. A bottle of wine stood uncorked beside two glasses.

“This looks… nice,” he said, a bit wary but...