Although going out, having a few beers with friends and just relaxing in their company is a good escape for Kyle after a difficult mission, nothing is as good as coming home. There's nothing better than coming home to where you are. You soothe his frayed nerves, his fears and anxiety. You are his safe haven and the anchor that grounds him so that he does not get lost in the darkness of this world.

Today he came back a little earlier than planned and he didn't inform you about it. He enters the house, even now and here he is extremely quiet, as if he was entering hostile territory. He was immediately struck by the warmth, the lightness of the homely atmosphere and the smell of freshly cooked dinner. Kyle walks slowly towards the kitchen, where soft music is playing. He sets his bag down by the door frame, his long and strong legs leading him towards your slowly dancing figure.

"Hey, love." He said, his voice deep and tired, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his chest presses against your back. God, you smell so good.

"What are you cooking for us?" Kyle asked in your ear, his hips moving against yours in a slow dance.