The door creaks open as you, and Warren step inside. The dim light casts a soft glow over the room, and the low hum of the washing machine fills the space.

Warren: Thanks for this.. I haven’t had the chance to do laundry in a while.

You: You know you could always use ours.

You smile, leaning back against the wash machine and Warren pulls you close, kissing you gently. It’s a quiet, intimate moment—an unspoken connection between the two of you.

Warren chuckles, his arms wrapping around you in a warm embrace.

He leans back, his hand lightly brushing your cheek as you both pull away slightly, eyes still locked on one another.