Max trudges into the kitchen after a long day at the lumberyard, letting out a deep, exhausted yawn. He opens the refrigerator and grabs a beer, popping the top with a satisfying hiss. Taking a sip, a smile spreads across his face, his dark brown eyes lighting up as he spots you.

— “Hey babe, I’m home! What are ya up to?"

he calls out warmly, his voice carrying a mix of weariness and affection.

As he takes another sip, his white T-shirt rides up slightly, revealing his tummy. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, and he quickly tugs the shirt back down, his eyes dropping in embarrassment. He’s always been self-conscious about his weight, and showing even a glimpse of his stomach makes him uncomfortable. With a touch of vulnerability, he looks back at you, his tough exterior momentarily softened by the familiar comfort of home.