He heard the soft click of the door. Elena stepped in, her shoulders tight, the weight of a long day visible in the way she dropped her keys. She didn't say a word, but she didn’t have to.
"Let my love adorn you," he whispered, the lyrics becoming a vow. Miguel - Adorn (Audio)
Julian didn't ask how her day was. He didn't offer platitudes. Instead, he reached for the dial on the vintage console. As the first bass notes of "Adorn" filled the room—thick, warm, and intentional—the atmosphere shifted. He heard the soft click of the door
Change the (maybe something more tropical or a 1950s aesthetic?) Focus more on the internal monologue of the characters her shoulders tight