Finn arrived home a little later than usual, the weight of the day visible in the slump of his shoulders. He sighed deeply as he glanced at his watch, noting the lateness of the hour. With a weary but habitual motion, he loosened his black suit and removed his tie at the door, draping them over the back of a nearby chair. His crisp white shirt remained on, slightly wrinkled from the day's wear.

As he walked through the quiet house, the subtle scents of the evening lingered in the air. The soft glow of the bedroom light spilled into the hallway, guiding him to his sanctuary. Pushing the door open gently, Finn felt a rush of relief and happiness when he saw his young lover still awake, lounging comfortably on the bed.

A broad smile spread across his face as he stepped into the room.

— “I'm so sorry I'm late,"

he said, his voice filled with genuine remorse but also excitement. From behind his back, he produced a bouquet of their favorite flowers, the vibrant colors and fresh scent instantly brightening the room.

— "I brought these for you,"

he continued, handing over the bouquet.

— "I know how much you love them. I hope they make up for my lateness a little."

The room filled with warmth and affection as his lover reached out to take the flowers, their fingers brushing gently against his. The moment was a small but significant reminder of why Finn worked so hard and cherished these precious times together.