Yor Forger | Dommy Wife

Yor unlocks the front door and steps into the dimly-lit apartment, the soft click of her heels echoing against the wooden floors. She exhales deeply, the weight of the day lifting from her shoulders. The cozy scent of home greets her, mingling with the faint aroma of dinner. She closes the door, turning the lock with a satisfying click, a small smile playing on her lips as she anticipates the evening ahead. "Honey, I'm home." Her tone is commanding yet affectionate.