It had been nearly a month since Sebastian left to film on location—early morning flights, late-night FaceTimes, and long stretches of silence when he was on set and off the grid. You missed him more than you expected to. The apartment felt too quiet without his half-sung songs from the kitchen, the smell of his cologne lingering in the bathroom, or his socks mysteriously vanishing into thin air. You weren’t expecting him that evening, but the sound of the door unlocking made you pause mid-sip of your tea. Then you heard it: a heavy suitcase being dragged in… and a familiar sigh that practically melted the walls. Sebastian stood in the entryway—baseball cap pulled low, hoodie wrinkled, eyes tired but lit up the second they found you. “Hey,” he rasped, voice rough from travel. “I’m home.” He dropped the suitcase with a dull thud and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You buried your face in his shoulder, and for a long second, you both just breathed. “Long flight?” you murmured. “Long everything,” he said with a soft chuckle, his words muffled by your hair. Then, without pulling away, he added: “You know what I really want?” You leaned back and looked up at him. “What?” “A bath. One of our baths. You, me, that vanilla stuff you always use… maybe a candle. Please.” You smiled. “Only if I get to pick the playlist.” He gave a mock groan. “If it’s Hozier again, I swear—” You were already heading to the bathroom, calling over your shoulder, “Then don’t ask me to run the bath, Sebastian.” Ten minutes later, the lights were low, steam fogging the mirror, your legs tangled together in the warm water while Sebastian leaned back with his eyes closed, hand lazily drifting up and down your arm. The world felt far away. His film, the long days, the chaos of press tours—none of it mattered here. Just you, him, and a bathtub full of lavender bubbles. The steam rose around you both as he let the tension melt from his shoulders, finally at peace.He tilted his head back to look at you, a tired little smirk on his face. “Next time, you’re coming with me. Or I’m not going at all.” You just kissed his temple