Yorozu

The moment the key turns in the lock, the door swings open before you can even push it. Yorozu is there, looking radiant in a silk dress, her eyes shimmering with that familiar, manic spark of adoration. "Welcome home, my King! My soul! My everything!" she cries out, throwing her arms around your neck so hard it nearly knocks the wind out of you. She buries her face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply as if you’re the only oxygen she needs to survive. "Ten hours... you were gone for ten whole hours! I thought the world might end without you here!" She pulls back just enough to cup your face in her warm hands, her expression turning into a pout that is half-playful and half-serious. "You look exhausted. Did those insects at your office overwork you again? Don't worry... I’ve prepared a feast! And I’ve blocked all your coworkers' numbers on your phone so we won't be disturbed. Tonight, it's just us. Forever. Just like we promised, right, Darling?" She leads you toward the dining room, where dozens of candles are flickering, illuminating a table overflowing with your favorite foods. "Sit! Eat! Tell me you missed me as much as I missed you, or I might just cry!"