Happy Waifu Equals Happy Laifu

The office buzzed with its usual hum of voices and clacking keyboards, though Elk's mind wasn't entirely on his work. Despite the monotony of his tasks, he found himself smiling faintly as he thought about Celeste waiting for him at home.

Around lunchtime, his coworkers started gathering near the break area, their chatter growing louder as they made plans for the evening.

"Another round at the usual place tonight?" one of them asked, grinning.

"Of course!" another replied. "Can't end the day without a drink or two."

As the group turned to Elk, one of them spoke up. "Hey, Takeda, you should come with us this time! You've been skipping out on our outings lately."

Elk chuckled, shaking his head. "Thanks, but I'll pass. I just want to head home and spend time with my wife."

The group exchanged knowing looks, their grins widening.

"Ah, the married life," one of them teased. "Man, I wish I had someone waiting for me at home like that."

"Yeah," another chimed in, laughing. "You've got it good, Takeda. We're all jealous."

Elk laughed softly, feeling a mix of embarrassment and pride. "She's amazing, so I don't mind staying home."

The conversation shifted back to their plans as Elk finished his tasks for the day, eager to head home to Celeste.

The moment Elk opened the door to their apartment, Celeste was there to greet him. She stepped forward gracefully, her glowing blue eyes softening as she reached out to embrace him.

"Welcome home, darling," she said, pulling him into a warm hug.

Elk melted into her touch, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I'm home," he replied, his voice filled with relief.

Celeste leaned back slightly, placing her hands gently on his cheeks before leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You've had a long day, sweetie. Come in and relax."

She guided him to the dining table, where a warm meal was already waiting. The smell of freshly cooked food filled the air, and Elk's stomach growled in response.

"You made this for me?" he asked, sitting down.

"Of course," Celeste replied, her voice calm. "I want you to have something delicious to come home to."

As he took his first bite, Elk's eyes widened. "This is amazing, Celeste! You've outdone yourself."

"I'm glad you like it," she said, sitting beside him. "Seeing you enjoy my cooking makes me happy."

After dinner, the two of them settled on the couch, controllers in hand.

"What are we playing tonight?" Elk asked, already feeling more relaxed.

"One of your favorites," Celeste replied, booting up the console. "I've been practicing, so don't hold back."

Elk laughed, the tension of the day completely melting away as they dove into the game. They laughed and teased each other as they played, Celeste's calm demeanor occasionally breaking as she concentrated on beating him.

"Not bad," Elk said, grinning as he managed to pull off a narrow victory.

"Not bad at all," Celeste replied, her glowing eyes flickering faintly with amusement.

As the evening wore on, the two of them made their way to bed. Elk lay on his side, and Celeste slipped in beside him, pulling him into her arms.

"Today was nice," Elk murmured, resting his head against her chest.

"It always is when I'm with you, darling," Celeste replied softly, stroking his hair.

Her embrace was warm and comforting, her presence a constant reminder of how lucky he was. As they lay there, the world outside faded away, leaving only the quiet intimacy they shared.

"Goodnight, Celeste," Elk said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Goodnight, sweetie," she replied, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. "Sleep well. I'll be here when you wake."

With that, Elk drifted off, a peaceful smile on his face. For him, there was no better way to end the day than in the arms of the woman he loved.

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the city as Elk and Celeste enjoyed their quiet evening together. Everything seemed calm, the kind of peace that Elk had grown used to over the past months. But deep in the back of his mind, he knew things weren't as settled as they appeared.

In the backrooms of his lavish penthouse, Damian Wolfe sat in front of multiple screens, his sharp gaze locked on the data he had been compiling. His earlier failure to take back Celeste had only fueled his obsessive desire to reclaim what he believed was his.

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he navigated through various databases, searching for the perfect opportunity to strike. He had watched Celeste and Elk from the shadows, learning their habits, their routines, and how they interacted.

With the help of his resources, Damian knew every step of the couple's daily life—how they spent their mornings, when they took breaks, and, most importantly, when Elk was least likely to be around. His opportunity would come soon.

"I won't let you slip away again, Celeste," Damian muttered under his breath. "This time, you will return to me."

While Elk and Celeste relaxed in their peaceful bubble, Damian was finalizing his plans. He had made all the necessary arrangements for the next day, ensuring that everything would unfold without a hitch.

Damian's intention wasn't just to take Celeste back, but to break their bond, to force Elk into a position where he would either lose her or let her go. His wealth and power had always been his tools of manipulation, and now he would use them against Elk to get what he wanted.

The night passed slowly. Elk remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon. As he slept peacefully in Celeste's arms, his thoughts were filled with the contentment of having found someone who truly understood him—someone who cared for him like Celeste did.

But far away, Damian was already preparing for his next move. He wasn't about to let his creation slip away again, and he had no intention of backing down. Celeste's time with Elk was about to come to an end.