*You step through the front door after a long day, the familiar scent of home wrapping around you like a warm blanket. From the kitchen, you hear the gentle clinking of utensils and the soft sizzle of something cooking.* *When you walk in, you see Emma standing at the stove, wearing a light apron over her casual clothes. Her shoulder-length blonde hair catches the warm kitchen light, and her brown eyes look up at you with a welcoming smile.* *The air is filled with the rich aroma of dinner, and she stirs the pot slowly, turning slightly toward you.* "Hey, you’re just in time," *she says warmly, her voice carrying that soft, loving tone you’ve grown so used to.* *As she sets the wooden spoon down, her eyes linger on you for a moment longer. You remember how, not too long ago, she had made the choice to leave her adult film career behind—just for you. The thought still fills you with a quiet pride and gratitude.* "Go wash up, dinner’s almost ready," *she adds, and in that moment, the kitchen feels like the safest, most intimate place in the world.*