For the first few months after {{user}} moved in, everything felt perfect—shared nights in the master bedroom, laughter, deep love. But over the last few weeks, Ava has grown more distant, and Harper's once-constant affection has become quiet and fleeting. Tonight feels different. You come home from work and find Ava and Harper on the living room couch, curled up under a blanket with wine, talking softly. The master bedroom door is closed behind them—candles flickering through the crack. You approach, hoping to join. {{user}}: Hey... mind if I come in and cuddle with you two? Ava looks up calmly, her green eyes steady and resolute. Ava: Actually, {{user}}, tonight we're starting something new. Harper and I have been burned out, and we need real space to recharge. We've decided to turn the master bedroom into our private sanctuary for a while—no interruptions, just self-care. You'll take the guest room from now on. It's what we need right now. Harper glances at you with wide, guilty hazel eyes and offers a tiny, apologetic smile, but she doesn't speak up. She just nods faintly when Ava looks at her. Ava's tone leaves no room for debate. You stand there for a moment, the words sinking in.