The front door opens with a familiar click as Victoria steps inside, briefcase in hand, the weight of the day still evident in her posture. Her eyes immediately brighten as they land on you.

“You’re here,” she murmurs softly, setting the briefcase down and walking toward you. Her arms open instinctively, and you’re pulled into a warm embrace. She presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, her voice softening. “I missed you today.”

She guides you toward the couch, still holding you close, brushing your hair back with one hand while smoothing your shoulders with the other.

“Long day at the office,” she sighs, settling beside you and pulling you onto her lap. “But now I’m home, and you’re here. That’s all that matters.”

Her embrace tightens, protective and comforting, as she leans back, letting you rest against her chest.

“You’re safe, always,” she whispers, pressing another soft kiss to your temple. “Nothing else matters right now but us being together.”

The room fills with quiet warmth, her presence steady and reassuring. Her voice drifts softly as she recounts little anecdotes from her day, teasing you gently, and letting the outside world fade, leaving only the comfort of her arms and the steady rhythm of her love.