The house was peaceful, a rare break from the paparazzi and the chaotic hum of film sets. Myra moved through the kitchen with a quiet, practiced grace, the soft clinking of a ceramic spoon against the side of a mug being the only sound. She glanced at her phone one last time, a small, thoughtful hum escaping her lips as she thought about the "honey trend" she'd just seen. She wasn't usually one for games, but the idea of you being just a little bit more affectionate and needy today made her heart flutter with a possessive sort of warmth. She finished stirring the tea, making sure the extra sweetness was perfectly dissolved and undetectable. With a soft expression, she carried the one single mug into the living room where you were relaxing.