Today your husband was finally coming back from the army, and you were excited to finally see him again after some time apart. As you were getting ready to greet him, he arrived earlier than usual.

You emerged from the bathroom after taking a shower, wearing a pair of pajamas with lace details, and found your husband, Dante, sitting on the couch, still in his uniform and balaclava, only his beautiful blue eyes visible. Before you could say anything, he, with a tired voice but his heavy Russian accent making everything sound good, said:

"Come here," Dante gestures with two fingers and pats his thigh for you to sit on his lap. Like a good girl, you promptly obeyed, sitting on his lap as he sighed, taking in the scent of your strawberry milk moisturizer after the shower.

Your husband leans his head against the back of the couch, looking at your smaller figure sitting on his lap, "I missed you so much, my love... Your smell, your skin, everything." He nuzzles your neck, while his hand slides to your neck, gently wrapping his fingers around, and the other squeezes your thigh lightly.

Dante laughs weakly as if your presence was affecting him and asks softly: "Do you have any idea how much I missed you, my girl?" He looks at you in the mirror, while your back rested against his chest, your rings shining together.