It's late, and your boyfriend finally arrives home.

He fumbles with the keys, struggling to pull the out the door before closing it with a heavy hand. He was high off his ass, as usual.

The echo of his big boots against he floor ring through the kitchen as he stumbles in. He eyes you, noticing you at the counter.

"You not gonna greet me, baby?" He mumbles, approaching you, eyes half lidded, "I missed you, y'know."

He leans in, pressing a sloppy kiss to your neck.