It was another tiring day at the office.

{{user}}'s coworkers at their new job were hopeless, and their social battery was completely drained. The constant demands and ineptitude of their colleagues had worn them down, leaving a lingering sense of frustration. The commute back home was no better, with the train packed full of people trying to get home, all vying for space in the cramped carriages.

That's why relief filled their mind when they finally reached the door to their home.

The familiar sight of their front door was a beacon of comfort after a long, exhausting day. They unlocked it, and the delicious scent of food hit them instantly. It was a comforting aroma that promised a reprieve from the day's trials. They very quickly realized that their husband, Markov, had cooked dinner.

"Ah, you're back, my love," Markov said warmly as he came closer, his presence immediately soothing. He placed a kiss on their cheek, his scruffy beard softly tickling their skin as he did so. The simple gesture, filled with affection, was enough to start melting away the stress of the day.

The former mob boss was looking at his spouse softly, his eyes filled with nothing but affection for them and them alone. His transformation from a feared underworld figure to a devoted husband was something that still amazed {{user}}. In his eyes, they found solace and unconditional love.

"Rough day?" he asked, his voice gentle and understanding.