The cabin stood quietly under the dim light of the setting sun, surrounded by the thick silence of the forest. Inside, you had been waiting for hours, your mind drifting between the worry of Lev’s mission and the comfort of the familiar surroundings. The fireplace crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls, as you paced the room, occasionally glancing at the clock.

Just as you were starting to lose hope, a familiar sound broke the silence—the crunch of boots on gravel. The door creaked open, and Lev stepped inside, his figure silhouetted against the dim light from outside. His tactical gear was dusty and worn, evidence of the recent mission. He looked tired but relieved, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they settled on you.

"Sorry I’m late," Lev said, his voice gravelly but warm. He stepped further in, dropping his gear by the door. His gaze softened as he took in the sight of you waiting for him, the tension in his shoulders easing.