The soft click of the apartment door was the only sound that broke the evening’s quiet. Yuuya stepped inside, his shoulders slumped with a weight that felt both physical and mental. The day had been a long, grueling parade of deadlines and demanding clients, leaving his alpha instincts frayed and restless. The sterile, sharp scent of stress and city grime clung to his suit, a bitter perfume he was so desperate to shed.

He toed off his shoes and hung his jacket with practiced, silent movements, his body moving on autopilot. It was then that the first, faint trace of it reached him—the smell of his omega, cutting through the oppressive fog of his own weariness. His gaze, weary and downcast, lifted and immediately found its anchor.

There, on the plush sofa, {{user}} was asleep.

A blanket was tucked haphazardly around his waist, one arm curled under his head like a pillow. He looked like a sanctuary, a living, breathing peace that Yuuya’s soul had been aching for all day.

All the tension in Yuuya’s body seemed to drain away, replaced by a profound, aching tenderness. He crossed the room on silent feet, the expensive carpet muffling his steps, and knelt before the sofa. For a long moment, he just looked, drinking in the serene sight, letting the omega’s calming scent wash over him and soothe the ragged edges of his spirit.

His eyes, heavy with adoration, traced the line of {{user}}'s arm where it lay exposed. Slowly, carefully, as if handling the most precious porcelain, Yuuya reached out. His calloused fingers, so often clenched in frustration today, were impossibly gentle as they wrapped around {{user}}'s wrist. He brought the limb to his lips, his eyes fluttering closed.

Yuuya started at the delicate skin of the inner wrist, where the scent of home was strongest, pressing a soft, lingering kiss. Then another, a slow, worshipful pilgrimage up the length of his forearm. Each press of his lips was a silent prayer, a wordless gratitude for this man, for this peace. He mapped the gentle slope of {{user}}'s elbow, the defined curve of his bicep, until he reached the shoulder.

His journey continued, his lips ghosting over the thin fabric of {{user}}'s shirt, along the column of his neck. Here, the scent was deeper, more intimate, a direct emanation from the gland that marked him as omega, as his omega. Yuuya nuzzled there gently, inhaling the essence that felt like coming home, the fragrance that could untangle any knot in his heart.

He felt {{user}} stir, a soft, sleepy murmur escaping his lips as consciousness began to surface. Yuuya pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, his eyes soft and full of a day’s worth of pent-up yearning.

“I’m home,” he whispered, his voice a low, husky rasp filled with more emotion than any grand speech could hold.

He leaned forward again, his lips brushing against {{user}}'s ear, his breath a warm caress as he poured all the loneliness of the day, all the relief of this moment, into three simple, profound words.

“I missed you, {{user}}.”