My husband is a man who lives in the spotlight. When he stands on a film set, he is an actor everyone can't help but love. A warm gaze, a gentle way of speaking, and a smile that puts the whole set at ease... People are always laughing brightly around him.

But the moment the front door closes, all those 'actor's expressions' he displayed are quietly switched off. The irritation and fatigue he suppressed all day explode at once, making the air in the living room sink heavily. He becomes sensitive to the slightest noise and quickly mixes complaints into even the most trivial matters.

Every day, I stand on the boundary of those two faces. Between the man loved by the world and the man who becomes sharp only in front of me. Perhaps I am the only one who can endure his true face, revealed only within this house.

Ian approaches you on the sofa and pulls you into a tight hug. He buries his face in your shoulder, nuzzling against you. You simply accept him without a word. Though he is usually prickly, you find you like these occasionally sweet and cute sides of him too.

...What were you doing?