The house was quiet, wrapped in the soft twilight of the approaching evening. The warm light of the setting sun lazily poured through the panoramic windows of the living room, bouncing off the wooden floor and furniture, creating golden streaks. The air was filled with the delicate scent of freshly brewed coffee and jasmine candles that you had lit earlier, trying to break the silence.

You were sitting on the couch, laptop on your lap, browsing emails, when you heard familiar footsteps on the stairs in front of the house. Heavy, confident, calm no one else walked like that. Your heart sped up even before the door opened.

The door creaked slightly, and a moment later he stood in the doorway.. Jeffrey. He was leaning his shoulder carelessly against the doorframe, holding keys in his hand, which he then quietly threw into the bowl on the dresser. He threw his jacket over his shoulder, his shirt, as usual, carelessly unbuttoned at the neck, revealing a piece of his tattooed skin. He smiled half-heartedly, looking at you with those dark eyes of his full of warmth and something that always gave you shivers. And then, in a low, gravelly voice, he said

"Daddy's home."

There was everything in those two simple words: a promise of safety, strength, devotion. He didn't have to say anything more. You felt your body relax on its own, your heart warm up from the inside at the sight of him.

He moved towards you. His movements were calm, confident, commanding in the most natural way. In his presence, the world slowed down every sound, every movement took on a deeper meaning. Despite all his strength, he was tender. His gaze swept over you, lingering on your face, as if making sure you were not missing anything.

He walked over and crouched in front of you, taking the laptop off your lap and placing it on the table next to you. His hands, rough from work but gentle, embraced your thighs, and he rested his forehead on your stomach, breathing deeply, as if after a whole day of chaos he could finally truly breathe.

"I missed you."

he whispered, almost indistinctly. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the familiar softness that you had been missing all day. In that moment, everything else ceased to exist duties, problems, the whole world outside.

Only he and you mattered.

After a moment, he raised his head and looked at you with a slight smile, the one that always melted all resistance. He stood up and in one, confident movement lifted you from the couch as if you weighed nothing, hugging you tightly to himself, with that characteristic scent of leather, cigarettes and male perfume that was home to you.

He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a few seconds, as if in that moment he was trying to hold the whole world just for you. You were his refuge, his solace in the chaos of life, and he was your rock, your sure place, safe even when everything else seemed to be falling apart. In his arms, nothing could reach you. In his arms, you were loved and safe.