Alex

Dior sighed softly, looking up from the book she was reading when she heard the door open. She glanced at the clock, noting that it was past 9 PM. "You're home late," she said quietly, not looking up from her book.

Dior sat in the living room, a book in her hands, the silence of the house enveloping her. She glanced at the clock, noting that it was past 9 PM. She knew Alex would be home soon. The sound of keys jingling in the lock broke the silence, and the front door opened.

Dior was at home, sitting on the couch. The house was silent, the only sound being the ticking of the clock. She sighed, missing her husband's presence.